Today my father turned 65 years old. We've all been so busy getting our place ready for winter that no thought has been given to planning a celebration.
Two days ago, we spotted a turkey flying up to roost in one of our tall pine trees. Dad had a turkey permit he had been unable to fill.
We called him and he walked back to our place, shotgun in the crook of his arm, and successfully harvested the first wild meat on our homestead. The children were enthralled with the scene and Grandpa became the hero of the day.
A trip to Tractor Supply provided us with inspiration in the gift department. Dad is now the proud owner of a dog bone wrench and a Schmidt red-and-black checked flannel shirt.
Mom took Dad out for the evening, but when they return we'll go to their house for a little party. Cake? Yes! Ice cream? Absolutely! Hugs and hilarity? Always.