
Is he:
(a) supervising a very young student's master's thesis project in the Soils Dept. at Penn State?
(b) demonstrating his general ineptitude as a babysitter by feeding an innocent toddler dirt?
(c) holding my daughter hostage unless I tell him the location of more of my coveted grouse coverts?
Yep, you guessed it--it's Uncle Pete bargaining for grouse coverts with my daughter Julia on her first birthday (c. 1998).
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How time flies. Did those trees ever make it?
sure did--after the deer munched them the first year or two, we put up a deer fence. Now they're 8-9 feet high and it's time to push the fence out a bit.
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