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So my granddaughter, age 18, just gave me a call.

She spent all of yesterday geese-hunting!

Now folks, I got to stop for a moment and ponder.

My goodness but she goes on and on and on and on about this geese hunting trip, with her boyfriend, known as Hunter, take note of this.

“We went with a group, Mom-Mom,” she says in rapid speak. “They took us out and we had to get in a hole so the geese wouldn’t see us. and they told us when to shoot so then we all shot,” she continues as I ponder why on earth anyone would shoot a goose.

I LOVE GEESE!

“They told us to go ahead and shoot some blackbirds and I shot one,” she said and I flinch. I love birds.

Well yeah, blackbirds, known as grackles, are plentiful, and the world won’t miss one grackle but no one’s going to eat it either.

She does love going hunting and I must ponder what an 18 year old very pretty, all-American type girl is doing shooting birds.

I did not shame her.

But it bothers me.

Shooting birds for fun.

I just don’t get it.