The Spring Dragons, in their quiver, hang on my bowstand at today's Abbeydale Western tournament. They flew beautifully, threw off the intermittent drizzle splendidly. A pile came off (the glue isn't really dry, so that's reasonable) and I am way out of practice at shooting 60 yards, but my hits for this round exceeded last year's total score so I'm happy.

Their further adventures can be tracked here!