The Dollivers Thanksgiving Duck Hunt

It being Thanksgiving tomorrow in the US, the Dollivers fancied trying the sport of the season, a duck hunt.

Pausing only to overturn the clubhouse to use as a duck blind, no, I explained, the ducks are not blind, the little hiding place is, oh, never mind...they came away with quite a bag, ranging from a rubber ducky to a wooden duckling, a tufted titmouse, a state bird, the goldfinch, and another that none of us can identify, these birds, unlike the ones seen in the bird books, not coming with name tags.



They succeeded, unlike some prominent political figures we could name, in not bagging each other. Having captured all these birds, the hunting dogs, seen here lying down with the lamb, so to speak, persuaded the Ds. that these were not eating birds, but playing with birds. So they all announced they would eat our turkey, but would keep their own bag for future reference.

The duckling confirmed the wisdom of this decision by flying out of the blind, falling twice into the foliage and finally landing on a Dolliver head.




So we're all having a nice cup of tea and bragging about our prowess, all those birds captured and never a shot fired.

And wishing you all a happy Thanksgiving, and if it's not Thanksgiving where you live, happy Thursday.

The Ds are thankful for their new birds. The Bouds are thankful that after another hair raising few days of great fear and anxiety and emergency doctor visits and nursing visits and xray machines trundled into the house, all is much better and HP will live to fight another day. Touch and go there for a while.

And thankful that HS will be in attendance tomorrow and doing part of the prep too, and assisting at the feasting, and giving us his great company.

All in all, plenty to be thankful about, and we all wish you, too, plenty to be thankful about.