Peg Strikes again.

I took Peg out yesterday, but because she was a bit ?fat?, I walked around the house looking for some of our scarce Jacks. We actually managed to get several slips, and she tried pretty hard, but was unable to make contact. We jumped a juvenile Black Crowned Heron down by the creek that I thought she was going to catch, but he luckily was able to keep at least a foot distance between his butt and her talons until she wore out. She didn't get much in the way of tidbits, so she was ready to go again this morning.

 

Perhaps a bit more ready than I was. We had covered quite a lot of Sage and it was time for a rest, there happened to be an arm Chair Lava rock handy just for that purpose, so Karen and I stopped to let the sweat cool. 

When we started out again, she missed a Bunny in a rock pile. We started on again and she flew after a Jack that was loafing along in front of us. She closed the distance, with him possibly unaware that she was coming. She did a hook back around a clump of Sage, and we could hear the Jack squealing. This time she had him with both feet. Since they generally end up in Sage at least this thick, Both feet means the difference of keeping or losing the Jack.

To make it better, she had him by the front end rather than in the butt. They just beat the crap out of a hawk that is holding them by the butt.

 

This makes her seventh kill and her forth Jack. She is showing some faint signs of improvement both in tactics and performance.