Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas! May you have full hearts and full bellies. :)
Our attempt at family portrait after Christmas Eve mass.
They love bubble wrap!One of my fabulous gifts from Steve...a big kid onesie! Footed pj's! (I look drunk in this picture)
And another useful gift...goggles made specifically for cutting onions! Mom & Dad, my reputation precedes me... :)(Somehow Steve managed to escape any embarrassing photos)
We have enjoyed a wonderful Christmas weekend, which included much lazing about, abundance of delicious food, many full glasses of beer or wine cheer, & our requisite Christmas day run (Santa hats included). We feel so blessed & never forget to give thanks for all that's been provided.
Now I'm off to top my coffee with a splash o' Bailey's Irish Cream, probably followed by a nap. Cheers!




Whenever the opportunity arises, I jump at the chance to load up the hairy beasts we lovingly call our dogs and walk around the WY prairie in search of tasty little birds. The sage grasslands that surround Sheridan are home to a number of native upland game birds; sharptail grouse, sage grouse, chukar partridge and hungarian gray partridge to name a few. The chinese ringneck pheasant, although not native to the area, was introduced in the mid 1800's for the purpose of hunting; and has established wild populations throughout the Rocky Mountains. Though more prevalent in the Midwest, yea SoDak!!, there are wild populations in WY. Around Sheridan, most of the wild pheasant live on private land, i.e. not accessible to Steve. However, the WY Game and Fish has been operating bird farms to rear and release ringnecks and other game birds for the enjoyment of hunters. The "farm-raised birds" are born and reared on the game farms and released throughout the hunting season (Nov-Dec). Although not as much of a challenge to shoot as "wild-birds", they still offer an opportunity for those blaze-orange wearing, scatter-gun carrying, dog-whistle blowing upland bird hunters in who's company I belong.
Most of my hunting time in the fall is spent in pursuit of bigger animals, however I cherish the time I have in the field with my dogs chasing birds. The heart pounding surprise when a bird flushes from a copse of grass is a rush that is a mixture of fright and excitement. The challenge to compose yourself enough to level a shotgun and shoot true, at a moving/flying target, is truly a test; and one I will continue to pursue with the help of my hairy beasts!