This post is going to be dedicated to all the animals I neglected in my catching-up summary post.
(Summer 07) So, the first would be the pheasants I helped raise. They were the most adorable little birds when we first got them. And get this, 50 little birds were packed like sardines in a box and shipped through the post office, does that seem humane??

Let me start from the beginning. The whole reason we even got these birds was because a friend of Kade's dad convinced him he could make a butt-load of money having a bird hunting club. It's probably true, if they ever get the thing set up and running. So we bought 50 birds to raise, mostly just to see if we could do it. On one of the ranches the farm is leasing there is an old chicken coop. So Kade, Brandon (Kade's brother), and I fixed up the building so they would be comfortable and not be able to get out. When they arrived we blocked off part of the building with wood boards because when you let them go they ran around like they had their heads cut off (One even got stepped on in the process :( very sad).

I was so attached to those cute little birds that I ended up taking care of them everyday after work. That included making sure their water and food feeders were full. I enjoyed taking care of them, except when I would open the door and find a dead bird on the ground being pecked at by the others. I felt really bad for the dead ones, so I buried them outside the building (Kade laughed at me...haha). Then, when they were old enough, the hunting club still wasn't going (duh! they barely have enough time to sleep, much less put a hunting club together!) so we set them free on the farm. Kade took some pictures of the freed ones around the farm, and I was glad at least they didn't
all die.
(August 2006)
When I married Kade I had no idea he was such an avid hunter (obsessed is a better word). But I guess it was because the first summer I was in Winnemucca he was too busy trying to convince me that Winnemucca is where I wanted to live for the rest of my life, to try and kill a deer. (Ok, so Kade informed me he couldn't get a tag that year because the year before he was late on his mandatory response, oh well) So after getting married that summer he found a huge deer in the mountains by the farm. Luckily, he got an archery tag for the area the buck was in. Even though he was extremely busy with the farm, he managed to spend hours a day tracking this deer with help from his brother. He would spend hours looking for the deer and then hours trying to sneak up on it to get close enough for a shot. I have no idea how his brother could sit there for hours on end staring through a spotting scope, but he seemed to enjoy himself. In the beginning of the hunt he had a couple times where he was 30-40 yards away but missed. But before the end of the season he managed to get it. After arrowing the deer he called me to get his dad and come out to help him pack it out of the mountains.

We four-wheeled in and found Kade ecstatic, to say the least. I tried not to look or smell as he gutted it (I made someone else take those pictures). Then we packed in on the four-wheeler and headed back (I was lucky enough to score a seat on the four wheeler with the deer, ha!) The picture I have of his deer is actually just the deers head. Kade cut the head off so he could get it mounted. The buck was 29 inches across and was a 4x6. The head is now hanging on Kade's mom's wall. When we got the head back (it took a year) Kade brought it to where we were living (his parents) and never has got around to taking it to our house. Kade begs for the head to be hung above our TV, but it scares me so its going in the spare room where I don't have to see it.
(September 2007)
I always wanted a dog and Kade always grew up with a dog, so the first big purchase we made after getting into our house was to buy a dog. I would have been happy picking one up from the shelter, but Kade insisted on a pure-bread hunting dog. Kade always had German Shorthair Pointers, so thats what we got. I didn't really care what kind it was I just wanted one! Oh, I guess I did have one condition, I didn't really like the spotted look of most German Shorthairs, so we decided on a rarer pure liver (brown) one. We looked at ads in the local newspaper and searched the internet. We were finding some, but not pure liver.

Finally, I called down to a family in Yerington and they told me they had one little pure liver female for sale. Luckily, Kade's parents already had a trip planned to Reno (Yerington is kind of on the way), so we got a ride with them. When we got down there I couldn't believe how adorably cute all the little puppies were! Especially the one we were planning on taking home. She was actually the shyest one of the bunch and the smallest. The family showed us the mom and dad while we were there. The mom was very small for a German Shorthair, but the dad was huge; so we figured she would be average. We had brought a box and towels for her to sit in on the way home. Because she had her first shot right before leaving she slept almost the whole way. When she wasn't asleep Kade played tug-of-war with her, it was so cute! We named her Roxy and made a home for her in our garage (we had both agreed on an outside dog). I love the picture I have of her as a baby, she is absolutely adorable!!

After a couple months our garage was a mess and Roxy had grown out of her adorable stage. She was now in the psychotic stage, and still is. German Shorthairs are known for their energy, but I swear there are drugs in her dog food. She has so much energy its unbelievable! When Kade gets her at 3 in the morning, Roxy does circles around the house before Kade can get to the truck. We are lucky she has a farm to run at, or she would go crazy being pinned up in our yard all day long. We bought a kennel for her, but she has managed to dig out a few times, and teach Kade's dad's dog how to dig out (he's not too happy about that).
She is about 10 months old now, but she is still pretty small. Kade's worried she will be like her mom was, but I like our little mini dog, much cuter. She is a very obedient, too. Kade and I have taught her to fetch, sit, and drop what's in her mouth. She also knows the meaning of "no," even though sometimes she just likes to forget. I need a recent picture of her on here; she seriously looks like a bull dog with all the muscle on her legs. Her legs are huge! I guess that's what happens when you run constantly all day long. I love how she gets really excited when you come to her kennel and pet her, she loves it!
Well, that's all the animals in my life. I wanted another dog, but Kade won't let me get one.