If looks could kill, eh? Obviously Annie the Wirehair takes sage hens very seriously. As a friend put it the other day...Awesome, cat-like, a real predator on the hunt. It's October now and the season is well along, a bit over half-way to the end of sage hen season, November 1. So far for us it's been tough: birds scattered, still not in the usual haunts, apparently due the extreme dry which has haunted the area pretty much since last fall at this time. I can't recall the last time we had any significant rain and except for this spring hardly any moisture to speak of, at least in this neck of woods. What birds we've found have not been far from water, taking adavantage of what little green vegetation is still around...most having been long since turned brown and desicated. Much like the withered brown grass in our backyard, each step is a loud crunch.
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