Dead Bird

I'm I the only one dying for Spring - and COLOR?

I'm so ready to start wearing my sundresses I can barely contain myself

(however, I need a tan)

Anyway, that little rant has nothing to do with this post...

This weekend T and I went quail hunting

not to be confused with snipe hunting!

This is the back of the buggy we rode on - 

It's named the "Miss Anne" for the guy's wonderful wife who let him buy this little contraption!

This is Bandit - one of the best "dead bird" retrievers I've ever seen!

Plus, he liked to sit with me when he wasn't out helping his Dad hunt so that made me like him even more

When someone killed a quail, they'd say "dead bird" and the dogs would jump out, find it, and bring it back to the buggy...

Tough life...

No, I didn't hunt 

I sat on the buggy and played with the dogs and chatted and asked a lot of dumb questions

One being, "Who is going to clean these?"

Response:  "The women, of course!"

Very funny

How funny is that little Jack Russel perched on the top of the buggy?!?

and his little hunting vest!!!  How cute!!!

Alright, here is the dead bird picture

Look away if you're squeamish!

This is part of the group

I had a little photography fail and my shadow ended up in the picture!

Oh well.

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the BIG ;) winner will be announced tomorrow morning!!!