golden cloves: wild turkey

golden cloves: kernels of goodness in lots of photos and little words from the last week or so

We are not the types to let a job change and interstate move get in the way of our vacation plans.  So last week we headed out for our annual wild turkey hunt with my brother joining us for the second year in a row.  Now, I was a vegetarian for ten years before I started hunting.  But my brother?  He was a vegan, and for longer.  Now look at him:

Not to be a dweeby parent recording all the "firsts" or anything, but this was Juniper's first camping trip!  The big green tent with the woodstove is our version of the Hilton.

We were also joined by the rest of our clan, including Juniper's cousin Owen who has a speedy, cheetah-crawl; he owned camp.

So J bug got to hang with her uncle M:

And kiss and be rocked to sleep by her uncle D:

And pick grass and listen to turkey tales with her dad, aunt and cousin:

And together check out the magnificent iridescent feathers, beak and snoot that belong to the creatures whose meat will feed them and help them grow:

And what would a camping trip be without a fire?