I was knuckles deep in a chukar when my pup started jumping like a child trying to catch a balloon. I saw the updraft carrying away the nearly living remnants of a quarry hard earned. They hovered near for a long time. Enough time for me to wipe the blood off my hands and pull out my phone. It’s times like these that make me feel lucky that I have free time and that I chose to spend it among the forsaken lands of my ancestors, who rolled by here with out stopping for much more than a rest on their way to California. These floating feathers were a temporary monument to living in a place that doesn’t give anything away. We can all use subtle reminders like these, just not too often.