I took Farrah down to Rosenberg this morning. It was warm and overcast. Farrah chased a fair amount of quarry but the grass is super thick in this huge field.
She caught a small game bird on the way back to the truck. We hunted for an hour and fifteen minutes. She also held hands with me for a few minutes. Moments like this I'm grateful she's not a Red-tail. Ha!
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