Last Sunday, Easter, while we were taking a walk around my circle, trying to walk off dinner, ha! we stopped to talk to one of my neighbors. Her dog was in the front yard with her. My aunt Dot loves dogs. She was telling my neighbor that her father used to have hunting dogs; the kids' favorite was named Colonel. My grandfather used to hunt pheasants with them.
This is a picture that my aunt took of my Dad with pheasants that he brought home. My grandmother used to pluck them, clean them and then cook them. Can you imagine? She is a better woman than me! Not only would I not do that, I wouldn't even let Paul do it in my kitchen, ha ha!!
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