Unreal

The day before winter. On autumn's final day, a bluebird one sandwiched between sheets of wet gray weeks, I headed to an old favorite spot from a few years ago when we lived in the city. I got there to find way too much snow even to make an attempt on the ridge. So I …

Cold chukar time

Another cold day. What is it, winter or something? Sun. My first jaunt uphill in a month. Felt good. Angus pointed a big integrated covey of Huns and chukar within about ten minutes, and we had a nice walk after that.