I let Dingo out at 545 the other morning after a huge rainstorm. He ran straight to the back yard and began to bark relentlessly. I finally went out to see what had him agitated. Looks like this little vulture was blown or washed out of his perch, and he took refuge under my truck.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Day 2 of the Festival, again crewing for the Foolish Pleasure.
We drove about a mile South of the field, and prepared to launch (hoping to pass right over the field and grab a prize envelope).
After bringing the envelope upright, the pilot said, "Tim and Amy, hop in!"
Gulp. It was what we had been hoping for, but a little scary nonetheless.
Just enough room for four in this basket.
Up up and away!