Day 1 of Spring Break: 20 minutes into the Vacation..

BAM! A pheasant hits our car grill. The death was instant, followed by flying of feathers. We pulled over and noticed that she had also destroyed our grill by jamming her plump body into the silver slats.

Luckily Rod always carries paper towels in his pockets so while he was gagging and trying to pull the body out of the grill, I took pictures and helped him separate the slats so he could pull her out.

We did not try to administer CPR. She was DOA.

Funny story about pheasants, though. When Alex was a wee-little child, Rod took him pheasant hunting to central Utah with our friend Jayson (yes, the same Jayson who slammed into Rod about a month ago on the ski slopes). Alex was so excited and announced to everyone that he was going peasant hunting (talonpoika suomeksi). We have laughed about that ever since. Even now when the pheasant hit us, we told Alex that a peasant hit us. We got a good laugh.

Our trip continued to Las Vegas.

First stop was at the Venetian Hotel and the Bouchon Bakery to buy French Macarons and chocolate croissants. Just a little appetizer before going to eat chicken wings a mile down the road.

84 chicken wings ordered between 3 people at Buffalo Wild Wings. I ate 4, Alex ate 34, Rod ate 25, Carsen ate 19, and the rest were left to the kitchen staff.

Carsen doing a good job with the wings.

Good thing Rod was covered in paper napkins because the sauce was flying everywhere.

19 carcasses are left with various spice/heat combinations.

Alex is the chicken wing eating champion.

Rod ate a few, too.

Next stop, Temecula and the Peterson's house.