Thursday, November 19, 2009

MY FAV


This is truly a work of art. Who can forget the unfortunate fowl that couldn't out run the mower and ended up on our dinner table.
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5 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Dad would bring the pheasant home with a comment that we would eat well for supper. Remember how sometimes the mother pheasant with her chicks following her would run alongside the tractor on a ditch bank. By the way, Steve, your spell check didn't help you - fowl is the word, bird.

Steve Blood said...

Foul, fowl, it still ain't chicken. ( Spell checker wouldn't help)

Elizabeth said...

So it was a foul fowl? The graphics on the sack are really very good.

Steve Blood said...

Also remember that father only let Mic Mickelson, (Now that I really don't how to spell) and Fred Giles pheasant hunt on the farm.

Judy said...

Where has Mary Lynn let you store these bean sacks all of this time? Are they still dusty with dirt?