This afternoon, Mrs. Yeoman Farmer spotted an enormous wild turkey. We were standing in the living room, looking north toward our back acreage. The thing was quite a ways off, but there was no doubt what it was: big, black, and moving in a waddling motion.
Me, pulling on my coat to return to my office anyhow: "I'll go take a look."
Eight Year Old Homeschooled Farm Girl (HFG): "Get your gun, Daddy!"
Me: "But it's not hunting season."
HFG [look of indignation]: "Well, tell them you were hungry."
Laughing, I jogged out toward the back acreage. Unfortunately, the dogs were out with me and ran ahead toward the turkey. It began running for cover, but I made a mental note as to its location. Because someday it will be hunting season...and I will indeed be hungry.