"I was bow hunting in my camos near home when I came across something I had never seen before. A clump of thick bushes about eight feet in diameter was growing in the woods that were fairly open. I noticed a tunnel through the center and in the middle of the clump, the ground was bare and smooth with a nice big deer print in it. Aha! A buck bed! I crawled in to wait for the hapless deer. In the meantime, up on the hill, a flock of crows were noisily ganging up on some predator as they like to do. The noise came closer and then ceased. I could see the crows flying by so I gave a suckling noise on my hand that sounds something like a rabbit being killed. The crows were still high from their previous activity and immediately stopped to investigate. One remained on the tree top as a lookout while the others flew lower, from branch to branch. They craned their necks back and forth just like humans, bobbing their heads trying to see what was killing the rabbit. This was very humorous and I could barely keep from laughing out loud. Just then, a wood hawk flew by and smacked the watch crow from his perch causing the crow to fall about three feet. The crow finally recovered with a squawk, then he and his brothers silently flew away."
...written by my Dad ~
|Dad with me after my bath|
|Dad with Jeff my cousin in Vermont|
|Vermont Christmas and smoking....|
|Summer evening at the table with my kitty doll that great Grammy made.|