It was early Friday evening and the family was gathering in the corral.
The animals were wishing I would feed them; I was wishing it would rain.
The divas were busy judging each other. Lucy kept her comments about Wyonna's weight to herself,
and Wynonna held her tongue about Lucy's whiskers. It was nice to see them being civil.
Alan and Smooch were chasing each other up and down the fence.
Alan was eager to demonstrate how tightly he could pin his ears together.
When the commotion settled down for awhile, I realized I had the beginnings of a full family portrait.
I saw Lucy, Wynonna, George, Smooch, Alan... now where were Johnny and Hank? I started walking backwards.
Was that little blob over on the far left Johnny? I zoomed in.
One more accounted for. I zoomed back out.
I'd have to be quick – Johnny was about to jump over the fence and out of the frame.
He saw that Smooch was keeping all the hooves busy and knew it was safe to wander over to me.
Me: I don't suppose you two could join the others over by the fence so we could get everybody in the picture?
Me: I didn't think so.
I never got the full family portrait and it never did rain. The odds of either happening any time soon remain slim.