Thursday, November 06, 2008

Backyard Huntin'

I am hoping Mrs. Phos will let me get that pellet gun. Since I put out grass seed I've had a lot of doves come for visit. With an air gun a lot less would be leaving. I could probably have enough by Thanksgiving to serve instead of turkey. Nothing like grilled dove breast, except for grilled lamb, of course. Now if I could only attract some ducks, maybe they'll land in Lake Yukon...

11 Comments:

At 4:54 PM, Blogger /t. said...

i want
a pellet rifle
for the paper wasps
that like to live way up
at the top of my evergreen trees

and for the cats

evangelists

/t.

 
At 5:00 PM, Blogger Little Lamb said...

Grilled lamb indeed!

 
At 8:35 PM, Blogger G3T Films said...

I've been trying to convince Mrs Films to let me get one to thin out the non-native Indian Minor birds down here... Apparently they're still living creatures. Which doesn't seem to stop her enjoying grilled lamb.

 
At 11:57 PM, Blogger evalinn said...

Sounds wild!

 
At 1:06 AM, Blogger foam said...

ya ..
and here's to plenty of grilled dove for thanksgiving ..
save the lamb for christmas.

 
At 3:16 AM, Blogger How do we know said...

you are capable of being wicked?

 
At 5:57 AM, Blogger Ruela said...

yeah

save the lamb for christmas.


;)

 
At 7:59 AM, Blogger /t. said...

SAVE THE LAMB

for christmas!

/t.

 
At 5:35 PM, Blogger The Phosgene Kid said...

/t.: The pellet gun would probably just piss the wasps off.

ll: Ok, how about broiled instead?

gt3: Small birds are tough targets, it should really improve your marksmanship!

evalinn: My back yard has indeed gone to the birds.

hdwk: Mostly just making fun of the situation, but Phos's unwritten rule of nature is: "If you taste good, life is short." How about all the vegans that rip a harmless plant from the ground and eat it? The plant doesn't exactly have a sporting chance does it? Just having a little fun at the expense of all you browsers out there. You probably will want to give my next post a pass...

/t.; ruela: or Sunday dinner...

 
At 12:37 PM, Blogger Indigo said...

Indigo Incarnates

If only they allowed backyard hunting in Baltimore. I could take my Buckmark 22 and shoot rats, pidgeons, bats, and other unmentionables, heh heh. In Baltimore, the rats are as big as cats and they fear not man nor fire! The horror... the horror...


Oh, to answer your blog post: they turned one dead church into a travel agency and another into some sort of weird secret society. Two more churches went belly-up in my neighborhood. It's a good start, I think.

 
At 3:15 AM, Blogger How do we know said...

:-) i shld have added this to the last comment..

 

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