Betty laid an egg! A beautiful little brown egg, nice and clean when I found it in the henhouse. I was so excited, I ran inside to show Mr. Raven right away. Of course, I had to get my camera and take a picture of the first egg. Then I told the internet. Then I called my daughter.
I think I’ll use it tomorrow when I bake cookies.
It was somewhere around zero degrees and there was a foot of snow on the ground on the last day of hunting season. Mr. Raven didn’t get his buck this year because he was holding out for a big one, but the big one never came along.
I got a forked horn mule deer, two weeks ago. It wasn’t a biggie, but I had a good shot, so I took it. Turns out, it’s the only venison in the freezer this year.
We trade in the hide for a pair of leather gloves. Scrap meat and bones went to my friend’s wolf/dog and I took a bag of meat to the wild birds at the rehabilitation center.
Now that that’s done, maybe I can pay a little more attention to blogging and ignoring silly Daily Prompt. via Someone Else's Island.