It must be the nose...

             The phragmites were thick and at least eight feet tall. The pheasant got up 20 yards in front of Kaia who was plowing through the reeds. It fell 30 yards in front of her and both the flight and the fall were totally out of her sight. Yet, with in minutes she retrieved the bird and brought it to me. How could she do that? It had to be accomplished with her sense of smell.

              When we finished our bird hunt we successfully hunted invasive cedars in the grassland. That's an opportunity that never ends. Snow will end the culling but no snow yet.  A pruning clipper rides in my jacket for those cedars spotted while bird hunting.

Takk for alt,

Al

                                Phragmites