Shedding the Chains
That thorn shall be pulled shortly.
In other news, my wife encountered a rather fearless ruffed grouse in the driveway yesterday. It wanted to get into the garage, and was swayed very little by my wife's foot stomping and yelling. She had to beat a hasty retreat to get away from the savage beast.
Though, my first thought was, "So, we're having grouse for dinner then?", it's a good thing she didn't go for the shotgun. I doubt there'd be much meat left on the bones after hitting it with 00 buckshot from less than 10 feet away.