This is the last group of foggy pictures to share.
I've tried to whittle them down to a hope-I-don't-bore-you number.
Maybe it won't seem so bad if you consider I could have posted all 410?
I didn't take many pictures of Alan and George,
and they seemed a little put off by the lack of attention.
I hate looking at their grazing muzzles as much as they hate wearing them.
I didn't expect Hank to stop eating...
...but he finally did...
...and then we all hung out...
...watching Lucy eat.
I love the way the ranch looks and feels in the fog.
It's like an added layer of insulation from civilization.
Does that make me sound like a hermit? I guess I am.
A hermit with a blog.