I remember running into a MT rancher while hunting sharptail and he told the story of his shooting his first sage hen as a youngster. His dad made him eat it and it cured him forever from hunting the bird again.

While my oldest son was teaching his two boys about hunting, he emphasized that you eat what you shoot. Tony the youngest shot a robin with his BB gun he was not supposed to have out of the house. He was about eight then so his older brother (eleven) made him clean cook and eat it before dad came home from work. Of course nobody in the family will let him live that one down!

Tony has stopped shooting and eating song birds, but anything else in season better beware. He’ll be twenty next week and he’s become an excellent cook too.

Tom

I’m curious how those turned out. Even if they are blurry they may have quite an atmosphere about them. I am also interested in seeing how your Nikon handled the lighting conditions.

I love it when you post natural history topics.

~T