Just returned from an afternoon stick hunt with Pixie's girl, aka Bunny. With the extremely high winds a few days ago and the wet snow of late, many trees have given up small branches and the fairground is littered with 'prises'. It's funny how she selects certain sticks and rejects others. I can't yet predict which ones will spark her fancy, but she always brings one home. This must be the Retriever in her. In the summer it is baseballs that she seeks.