by Jan Fielden
One of our granddaughters is visiting a week with us. It is a pleasure to have her here and hear her laughter. She is also very observant and has proven that many times over. Just this morning, while sitting at the breakfast table, I hear, a very soft voice say, Grandma, you have a buzzard in your back yard!
That is something I would rather not have in my back yard. So, of course, The Colonel had to take a hand at getting rid of this un-welcomed non-guest. So, the gun comes out and gets a special load. My job was to open the back door very quietly so The Colonel could step outside with the gun before the buzzard would take off. It seemed as if the buzzard was making a stand on the fence.
I turned the key slowly and was pleased it unlocked the door as I took another step to close it softly so The Colonel could step out on the porch. He pointed the gun, watched the buzzard start to move and when it did move he pulled the trigger on the gun. The buzzard fell from the fence. One shot one less buzzard at the Red Oak Ranch!
