Bull snake sets off on morning rounds at the same time as Cowboy and I.
Mustard family still well-represented on the mesa top.
Dust-up on the hilltop to the south, a quarter mile away. It looks like the more familiar locals are chasing off a dark gray interloper.
More of a familiar bunch, protected from the visiting gray.
It’s a wonder I notice anything, since my head usually is in the clouds.
Social distancing may be getting to poor Bebe, the French bulldog who lives up the hill. She has a crush on Cowboy and can only bark a greeting as we return home.
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