A Good Time Was Had by All

I think this was in November...maybe October. Anyway, during bow season, my brother Andy got a buck that they didn't have room for in their freezer yet, so he gave most of it to me. Yeah! John lugged it in for me, and then I spent hours butchering it. It was well worth the clumsy (novice) work, and I was able to pack forty pounds in the freezer. Winter, ho!

Annika and Millie were pretty nonchalant about the whole thing, but I caught Susannah playing the harmonica and singing a plaintive tune to the beast when I walked in from the other room. The lyrics, interspersed with haunting toots on the harmonica, went something like this:

I don't love you, Deer. I'm sorry, but I don't love you dead on our taaaable.
I DO love you, Deer, but I only love you in the foreeeeest.
I DON'T love you, Deer. I DON'T like to eat you when you're deeeeeeaaaad.
I love you in the foreeeest, but I DON'T love you when you're dead.

For the record, I learned that she's fine eating venison once it's been packed away in ziplock bags, as long as the meat doesn't look like what it actually is, i.e., its legs aren't hanging off the sides of the table.