We are home from our weekend in Alabama.  It was a good trip, and there’s a blog with tons of photos coming on that ASAP.  But in the meantime I just had to share a pic this morning.

Who should knock on our front door last night but our favorite nephew Nate?  Last I knew he was just a little guy who liked to cuddle on the couch and watch cartoons.  Then I blinked.  Now he’s a 16-year-old with a license to drive who can get himself from his own house in Miles City to our house in the Pease Bottom and pay us a surprise visit.

He’s got the Thanksgiving weekend off from work and baseball practice and so he’s here to spend time with Grammy and Grampy and to help with weaning and processing calves… and he’s here to goose hunt with Asher.

These two cousins have been planning their goose-hunting season since this past summer:  where they might set up their blind, what they would do with the harvested meat, and so on.  Though sending my little boy off in the company of a shotgun still makes me queasy (I am not a gun or a hunting type of gal), I do trust Nate to lead Asher in safe gun and hunting practices.  And I know I can’t hold back time.

So here we are, the day before Thanksgiving 2019, 7 a.m. and 17 degrees, and the fields below the feedlot are thick with geese.  The boys are bundled in camouflage and out the door:

They are peas in a pod.  I’m so glad they have each other.

© Tami Blake