Forgot the geese...

Now, our students are strictly forbiddent to touch fire arms...and so far so good despite many "they'll never know" temptations. Today, the three Sanikiluaq boys NOT OURS of course went off on skidoos to hunt a goose. And a goose they hunted. It sat on the Canadian Shield rock for the duration of the afternoon until we could bring it home. I was watching little kids play with it. They would expand its wings, poke its eyes and nostriles, pound on its chest to make it squawk ( that was brilliant). During this time I played with rocks and contemplated the golf potential. Everything is bog and rock Guy. You would have to drill little holes with TNT.

I'm beginning to get comments now and thanks to everybody who is saying hello and sending greetings and advice. Keep it coming. And I'm the only one writing this blog because Brian only wants to sleep all the time (I wonder why..........) and it's my password. But I'll pass on all the greetings and encourage him to start his own. Cheers. Leslie