We had learned to fly, so the next step was to hunt. My father took us away from the nest to teach us. We flew around for ten minutes before we got to what Dad called "the hunting grounds".
My dad pointed to a whole in the ground. In a second a worm crawled out of the whole. Dad grabbed it up and ate it. Then told us to try.
I stood by a while waiting for a worm. All the sudden one popped its head out. I froze waiting for it to keep moving. It kept crawling. Once it was all the way out I grabbed it up and ate it. It was delicious!!
