Sunday, July 15, 2012

Kevin, Oysters and Bear Shit

I've been flying around with my boss lately to the Noatak, Canning, Koyukuk...It never ceases to amaze me how he can land and take off on a strip that's maybe 200 feet long. 

Generation π: This Game Has No Name

Don't let them fool you... they are out for blood.
 Pictured above are the cannibalistic fowl that my boss kindly named the "Franken-Chickens". We are slaughtering them in 10 days. Yesterday they killed one of their own and devoured it: feathers, bones, beak and all. So watch out for blood-thirsty chickens. Otherwise, here's a glimpse of what life is like above the Arctic Circle.