We didn't even try to fly the birds over the Holidays. Just too bad in the weather department, and too much to do. The wind was howling the day before Thanksgiving and two pigeons had committed suicide by hitting the power lines, so everyone got a pigeon to eat, and I got to sit by the fire and read.

Jessie regained her flying weight first, so we took her out yesterday for Ducks. She was still apparently a bit too heavy as she managed to avoid at least 6 different presentations of Ducks before we ran out of Ducks and she ran out of energy. Oh well, her loss.

Today the Harris' got close to a hunting weight and we went to Arock, where we had found so many rabbits before. Unfortunately a hunter and his Lab (big feet, Lab is the best guess) had gone through the field leaving us little to nothing to chase.

Yogi managed to pull hair out of a poorly concealed Jack that happened to be imitating a rock. She had flown to a rock outcropping to get a better view, and decided that rocks were not hairy. When it left the area, it certainly was not as hairy as it had been because she pulled a bunch out of its butt before it left. Puddy took a patch out of another one that showed a bit of confusion for a time. Then finally Yogi pulled some height and nailed one that took too long to decide which way to run.

 Of course Puddy was right behind her, and this one had a broken neck when I got there.

 The guy with the gun and Dog had been every where, and we were finding very little in the way of Rabbits to chase, so we headed back to the car. As we drove away the sunset was quite striking.