Nemo Update

Well, Nemo is warming up to us little by little.  She is quite skittish most of the time, but today we tricked her into letting Becky hook her up on the leash and we took her out to the edge of the barns and let her eat some vines and things and she loved it.  She did not want to leave but it was getting dark and getting colder by the minute. Fall, it seems, is well on its way here. I love fall. So, anyway we took her back to her barn with the chickens and she cried and chased us around until we finally went in for the night. We'll get her out for another walk tomorrow I think.  This weekend Becky and I are going to try to put up some sort of fence or figure a way to tie her out by the barns so that she can begin working on getting those blasted vines cleaned up.  Hopefully I'll have some pictures on here in the next post or so.  Our camera seems to be acting up too. Not sure what that is all about, but hopefully it will be back online soon. 
     Speaking of fall, another sign that fall is here is the arrival of hunting season. Yay! I went out and got my license and have been out hunting squirrels twice now.  I really enjoy the time in the woods (even when I can't seem to track down my quarry) because I love just getting out there away from it all and just relaxing. It really gives me time to unwind and reflect. I feel closer to God and just appreciate nature so much when I'm out there. Anyway, I got one little red squirrel the first time out, but I didn't have a whole lot of time because I needed to get back to the farm since Becky had a maternity massage scheduled at Christian Roberts that morning at ten.  The second time out we came home empty handed.  I say we because I took all three boys out with me.  Surprisingly, they were very well behaved and fairly quiet for two eight year olds and a five year old.  They loved it for the most part. I think it really makes them feel like men.  They were hunting. They got to carry pocket knives. ( not the five year old fyi) But Brodey did make sure to take his plastic butter knife with the beaver shaped handle just in case we were out in the bush and a giant stick of butter jumped us. He was prepared. But although the boys were quiet and well behaved for eight and five, they are still eight and five and they do not yet own the tools for being quiet for longer than fifteen seconds in a row. All in all it was a great day in the woods and we finished our day by wetting some lines at the reservoir for an hour or so before dark. It was a pretty manly day.