Firefly Glen alganaax̂snikas ayuglakus

A well placed nudge to the underside ofhis chin. Earned a small smile from the older hunter. he was glad to be teaching this one a thing or two. He liked to think he had taught his boys well, and had his darling daughter. Well. he quickly shook his head. Today was not a day for grief but lesson.

The Turkey's weren't hard to find. They never were. One of the more vocal birds. he had often heard them in the underbrush of his home. And even now. So noisy.

They would go around the bend and be able to see them and her estimate was true. There were three. a gobbler and two hens. The gobbler was a beast and he would make a good meal could they catch him.

They always are. One of the noisiest birds I've ever hunted.