Pheasant!

After 3 hunts, I finally got my first pheasant. I started out at daybreak and after about 30 minutes, I came around the edge of a cornfield and he was sitting there feeding. I saw him and he saw me and started running for the cornfield. Having no dog, I sprinted after him to get him to fly and sure enough, it worked. I got him on my first shot. This was my first harvest of any animal, so I guess I can call myself a hunter now? And to my father, the bird watcher, "Sorry, Dad."

I brought him home to show Jillian and she watched me clean the bird and was very interested in what was going on. Surprisingly easy to clean. Now it's time to figure out how to cook this bird.

Strut Your Mutt

Hey all,

I'm fundraising again!

This year I am strutting for the Feral Cat Coalition of Oregon. Strut Your Mutt is a yearly DOG event, and this year we were asked if the cats would join. Best Friends Organization is putting on the walk on September 28th, 2013 at the Sellwood Riverfront Park. I am in charge of the volunteers for our walk and so far have raised $630.00 It costs $30 per cat in the clinic. My goal was originally to raise $200, but surpassed that quickly. My new goal is $750. That's a total of 25 cats!
The benefit of this walk is to raise funds for YOUR non-profit towards spay/neuter.
If you feel so inclined, you can click on the link and look me up, and donate.

Thanks you so much for your time!    Julie
www.strutyourmutt.org

First day of second grade!

Summer break is officially over. Jillian started second grade today. She knew plenty of kids in her new class, unfortunately, she got the strict teacher of second grade. I think the teachers reputation is worse than reality. Jillian just needs to toughen up.

The Sunflowers

Summer is fading into fall, but the sunflowers at Grandma's just keep getting bigger.

Jillian's catch

Julie had some volunteer work to do on Saturday morning, so Jillian and I decided to go fishing. On our way out we stopped to see if Grandpa and Grandma wanted to go along. Grandpa knew of a good little spot on the Clackamas River, above the damn and Jillian caught a couple of small trout. We took them back to the house and Grandpa cooked them up and Jillian had fresh trout for lunch. Very proud of our fishergirl.