There is of course a price to pay living with a creature of such a wild disposition.....life literally revolves around den building, fishing, shooting, catapulting, egg/nest hunting, digging and general outdoor living. It challenges me daily.
Little old me really doesn't share the same interests, although I am pleased that he spends so much of his time exploring nature. I feel somewhat queasy and rather weak at the knees at some of the tasks I am expected to assist with. The first time I took him fishing, I had that sudden realisation that I would have to be the one to deal with the slimy little fish and remove them from the hook....uuurrrrrgggghhhh! I shudder at the thought. Lucky for him he has learnt to deal with such matters himself these days. I guess it was a matter of necessity on his behalf lest he should pursue his interest.
Yesterday I finally gave in to the constant badgering for a cray fishing trip (or crawfish as they are known in the US). Normally I have to rectify and bring back from the ashes our rather battered homemade nets, but this year the boy took it upon himself to repair them, and a great job he did too. So at school collection time we packed two rather battered nets; ready filled with stinky dog food, in the back of the car. Uuurrrggghhh! Dog food really isn't a pleasant aroma at the best of times! The conversation on the way to the school all related to potentially well stocked streams with convenient 'net dropping' access points.....Poor Little lady, after a tiring first day at school she had to endure the stench of the dog food and an overexcited brother during our planned homeward detour.
Popping the nets into the river is a breeze for the boy now, he's done it several times with myself and a friend and so on this occasion I was able to sit in the car and well...... chat to my sister whilst I waited. It wasn't until I found myself sitting in the same spot before 8.30am this morning that it occurred to me that I was actually there as an accomplice in the crime of poaching! Suddenly the thought of the headline news strikes me. Eeeekkk! 'Mother of three brought before magistrates for poaching'......'but I'm a vegetarian and wanna be animal rights activist!'
So you can guess what someones having for supper tonight, luckily he is dealing with everything (cooking and all) by himself and we didn't get caught! :-)
