David was late getting home last night. I knew he was going to be later than usual, but he was even later than I expected. Without his help, I was running late, too, and it was nearly seven o’clock by the time I had the babies bathed and dressed for bed and got out to the barn to milk. Ten minutes later, he pulled in, apologetic. “I had something to pick up,” he said as he sat down beside me, “and it took longer than I thought.”
The milking done and the cow looked after for the night, I headed off to close up the chickens. They’re always a little nervous when I’m late. “Do you want your present before you go?” David asked. “It’s in the car.” A present? For me? How unexpected! I closed my eyes and held out my hands, as per David’s instructions, and into them, he placed…
…a rifle!
It’s a beautiful old wood-stock .22, and we just took it for a test fire. It’s easy to shoot, as easy as Laney’s BB gun, and much easier than our pistols. At least, I hit our target from much farther away than I would have with my Glock, which isn’t saying much, except that I’m not a very good markswoman!
Anyway, I love my new rifle. Bring on the coyotes!
that was very sweet of him!
I miss when you don’t blog. I know it takes time from the things you need to be doing but it is a wonderful link for a Mommy and Grandma to those special loved ones who live so far away.
Love from you Mother who always misses all of you and loves you more than you will ever know.
Sorry about that, Mommy. I’m hoping to get back to regular blogging now. Even if I do have a chase down a cow during my writing time!
That’s ok sweetie. I understand you are so very busy.
I love you,
Mommy
LOL – No Grumper Buns in your house.
Your readers are going to think I’m weird, but you and I know what I’m talking about. Very sweet gift!
Wow! Well, I know nothing about guns. hehe. I can appreciate that it’s an old and pretty one though.