Most of All She Loves the Fall

She is growing.  And her nose is working.

She simply loves the fall.  And in high grass fields, she loves to flush birds.

So now the next thing is to get her to what upland game hunters call "whoa" and those of us who live bifurcated lives of country and city call "wait."

She gets that when we are in the city.  Now the test is when a covey of quail are near-by!

Murphy's Day.