Saturday, February 4, 4:30 PM. Garrett.

We went quail hunting today and it was super fun. Claire came with us this time but she didn’t want a gun. She didn’t mind us shooting the birds though, for some reason. “It’s kind of like a video game,” she said. She’s right. You walk through the grass real slow and when the birds fly up you try to get one. One time I got two. Then you have to go and find them. Dad says there used to be dogs who know how to find them for you.

Trevor is a good shot but he’s kind of absent-minded. Most of the time we didn’t let him have a gun, and he didn’t mind running out with Claire and gathering what we shot. Sometimes we let him have a gun and we made sure to stand back and stay out of his way. He did shoot a quail and was really proud.

We got twelve quail in all. Dad says they are good eating. Fancy people eat them. “The kind of thing they used to serve at Mom’s faculty dinners,” he said.