The Shotgun

Apparently I have not shot my shot gun up in the air for a while.

I've only shot it towards the ground.  Many of you (not that there are any of you reading this) know what I have shot ( I feel like I should be writing shotten - but I looked it up and it has something to do with baby herring - so I'll stick with - have shot ).  Suffice it to say that whilst all 6 of our baby chicks have been eaten (see - eaten, shotten - not shot, et - as in I aint et nothin all day), none of the adults except Zipp have been.  I will take care of the baby chick eater soon though ...

Anyways .... When I shot my shot gun in a generally upwards direction last night, my hand/back of thumb hit my nose so hard that it bled.  This can only mean two things.  One, I no longer know how to shoot my shot gun in a generally upwards direction, which is disturbing since this is the direction shot guns are generally shot (there we are again ... shotten) in. Or, two, my nose has grown rather larger.  I now actually realize that it must me option two since - my nose has grown (everyones does) and two - I shoot my shotgun at least a couple times per week all summer long (again - why will remain the provence of those who know me best - and lest this sound too mysterious and creepy - my daughter EmmaGrace was actually the one who, on Monday night, yelled "Dad!!, there's a _____, get your gun !!).

Right - the un answered question.  why did you shoot your gun in a generally upwards direction last night Ron?

We were having dinner on the porch last night.  Kathy had made cous cous (spelling?) with a spicy chicken broth (we have LOTS of chicken broth - since we have lost of chickens (had)) and kale sauce (really great - minced Kale broth - really).  Either Hannah or EmmaGrace noticed a Wasp nest in the tree outside the porch.  First thing I thought of was my shot gun.  All three girls agreed that to be the best solution.

I wonder if that's normal ?