I haven't really been around the last few days.  COVID and veterinarian visits got me behind schedule but it's nice to see we weren't the only ones dealing with stupid schedule C owners on the 12th hour.  It's good to see you survived another season.

As long as I'm here:

Sven recently got promoted to Game Warden for his Minnesota district and was watching a beautiful flock of loons flying overhead. Suddenly, a shot rang out and one of the loons fell to the ground.

Sven, cursing, drove his truck over to where it fell, only to see his lifelong friend, Ole, picking it up. “Ole! Vat you doing??! You can’t shoot the loon! De’re endangered!! That’s a federal offense! You’ll be going to jail!!” Ole swore, “I taut it was a goose, I didn’t know, oh, please think of poor Lena! How will she get by if I’m in jail! Please, Sven, I’m begging you!”

Sven agrees to let it go, but said, “Nobody can know about dis, Ole! Take it home and have Lena cook it up, eat it all and never tell nobody about it!” Ole agrees and leaves with the bird, wrapped up.

A week later, Sven runs into Ole and says, “Ole, you get rid of that bird like I told you?” “Oh, ya, Sven! Lena cooked it up an ve ate da whole thing up. I put all the feathers and stuff in a bag, wrapped up, extra, in the trash.” “Good,” said Sven. “But I alvays wondered what da loon tastes like. How vas it, Ole?”

“Oh, ja, Sven, vas pretty good! Very tasty, kind of a cross between Vooping Crane and a Bald Eagle!”