Be Vewy Vewy Quiet...

We're hunting Christmas twees. This is not a Christmas tree. It's a wild turkey. We saw it on our way to the Christmas trees. We also nearly ran over a couple of pheasant hens.

The mighty hunter searching for prey.

The thing about skiing in a mile and then killing your Christmas tree is you have to ski out a mile dragging the thing. Dead weight Christmas trees are heavy! Rory tried harnessing just himself but it didn't work too well so we had to turn it into a team effort. I admit, I was cranky.

We finally got the stupid thing back to the car and tied on top. We were pretty tired.

But we had hot cider in a nifty new thermos waiting for us so the day ended up good. Plus we got a lot of exercise. I was so exhausted I couldn't even aim the camera so half my face got cut off. Oh well. We now have a beautiful Christmas tree gracing our lovely living room. It looked a lot smaller outside.