One last time

[Richard Flanders]

That one track blown up is as good as it gets when it's this warm. These birds are not wasted in the end. My cross fox buddy, who eventually nailed all of my backyard chukar buddies, gets the remains. Here he is yesterday morning, first looking for what he smells then running away with it. He was not using his eyes at all in the search, just his nose. I tossed one out last night while cleaning them and it's gone already. This is one healthy fox. He must make regular stops at the dog dishes in the neighborhood.