When Harry I battled a savage hailstorm on Mt. Morfee on a quest for Ptarmigan, the goblets of ice pounded our faces, like being *assaulted in a humiliating way* by mother nature.
Our reward:
| The male Willow Ptarmigan - STUNNING |
We sat in the house as it rained non-stop. It was early in the morning and I had to get ready for work. Dom tallied up the lists. 595 speci...
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