Monday, September 04, 2006

Where the heck?

Are all the doves?
My father and I saw some, but not the numbers we're used to seeing. Usually, my shoulder has a bruise from the recoil of my gun, but not so far. On Opening Day, I fired my gun six times and dropped one dove. Yesterday, I fired my gun at one dove and I got it. We're not sure if this recent little cool spell has driven off the doves. It's a bit frustrating right now.
In fact, it was so frustrating, I started shooting at barn swallows and two pigeons.