Ween, Hallo

Didn't go birding yesterday.  I spent half of the day with Gramma, and the other half trick-or-treating with Kayla and her stepdaughters.  The keg went very flat, but we didn't give up.  I'm now back in The City and promise to go birding every day so you don't have to look at pictures of pets or little kids anymore.

No, Sam's not short at all.

Jermlestein Hairhole in action.

Kegstands! Right Now! It's Still 2011!

Well, now I'm 29.  I feel hecka mortal now.  I'll most likely keel over from old age within the next year.  Last night was a success.  Everything we set out to accomplish was completed.  Kayla wins the Most Violent Drunk Award.  MB wins Best Behaved Drunk.  I think Darren wins Stinkiest Kegstand.  Anyway, here are a few of the pictures from before we were too far gone to worry about f-stops or ISO.   Maybe some birds tomorrow.

This is Canyon.  He likes to have dance-offs.  He will serve anyone, anytime, anywhere.  Right here he is serving someone twice his size.  Kid has moves. 

These three jokers.