Nice to see some scraps thrown our way today. Sometimes I feel like the house dog sitting by the table watching the big boys carve up the bird hoping they'll slip me some meat instead of the part I usually get, the part that went over the fence last. So far, so good.

Not much one can do when you're not sitting at the table putting in your two cents. Just hope you've picked the right one and that the bird isn't some road kill buzzard. I know the taste of that one.