We finally got a break from the oppressive heat and humidity today, but the last month or so has been almost unbearable. A few weeks ago I asked my wife how she'd feel about moving to Canada. "Montana," she said, "but not Canada." We'll see.
The only time we can get out and run is right around sunrise, so the dogs and I have been hopping over to the game management land not far from the house. There aren't any quail, just doves and deer and rabbits and hogs and lots of space to run. It's fun for an hour or so until the temp starts rising.
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| Show me how this is done |
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| Are those dove on that wire? |
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| Profilin' |
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| Even these don't beat the heat |
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| You coming? |
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| I was proud until I realized this was a deer turd |
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| Field mice. Again. |
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| If we can just get this look on birds someday... |
It's something to do until the real seasons arrive. That and try to grow more bobwhites. Stay tuned for an update on our
Great Bobwhite Revival in a couple of weeks. Things are picking up steam.
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