Trygve, back in The Little House, was agitating to go hunting. Snow began falling between 6 and 7 a.m., but it was light, fluffy with only a 12 mph wind. So, off we went. Hunting was in a winter wonderland and the snow accumulation made walking a bit more challenging. We circled a medium sized slough, with me walking alongside and Trygve running through the cattails. It was one of the few times we didn't seen even one hen pheasant. We didn't mind because it was a fine walk in the fresh air. Reading the tracks of animals in the snow is always fun.
Driving out to the slough, as we drove along the east perimeter of Sinai, a rooster pheasant was standing on the road. Likely he was headed toward the grain elevator to find waste grain on the ground. His presence taunted me. "Go have a non-productive walk by the slough, but here I am." It's gratifying to see pheasants, even when they are taunting, seeing, which happens more often when there is snow on the ground. Trygve was grateful for the outing.
I am well!
Takk for alt,
Al
The Little House, winter version.
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