heal_the_most_broken_of_parts fyn gula there is my farm dog crouching down in pursuit of the vociferous bobwhite that i first heard while i was lighting the fire for the stonepit. the bird was making the mistake of walking instead of flying. i called sandy off and she came up to me, tail between her legs and stayed while kate and greta went after the bobwhite. we all just wanted a close up look of the white head, to see where such a loud noise comes from, finding somehow, that we are happy. even when the bird stays out of reach. 020701 what's it to you? who go blather from