September in South Texas means one thing around this house…well, two things.
1. It’s time for some dove hunting.
2. It’s time for me to complain about how hot it is and ask repeatedly if it’s always this hot in September.
Anyway, P took Caroline on her first dove hunt a few days ago because we learn ’em young around here.
She loved every minute of it and had no idea that a successful dove hunt usually means shooting a limit of 15 birds.
They pulled into the driveway and she came running up the sidewalk yelling, “WE GOT ONE, MAMA! WE GOT ONE!!”
She was so proud.
And so was I.
That’s my baby holding a headless bird.
It’s a moment I’ll always treasure.