Silly chicken

We had a great weekend hunting turkey at my parents property in Central Texas. My Uncle John, turkey caller extraordinaire, called and called and called until this beauty came into view enough for my manly man to put the hurt on him. It was a glorious weekend for anyone who loves using guns to put food on the table. Here's a funny conversation between Meagan and me as we were looking down at the turkey:
Meagan: Mommy, did he (the turkey) know daddy was hunting for him?
Me: No. You have to be sneaky.
Meagan: Did he know daddy was gonna shoot him?
(Bleeding hearts of the world, UNITE!  This sweet, innocent little girl is asking an honest question. PETA members, this is golden! This is, like, billboard material! This could be a pivotal moment if only this were playing out on, like, the Disney Channel or Nick. But, alas, this is real life; and moreover, this is Texas. So, the conversation continues like this:)
Me: Nope. He came close enough for daddy to shoot because he thought he was gonna find him a girlfriend.
Meagan: WHAT?! A GIRLfriend?! Silly chicken. ...end of conversation and concern for this week's chicken dinner.