The grazing muzzles will probably stay on for another month,
or until we have our first hard freeze and the grass dies off.
The tumbleweeds are particularly tasty this time of year, and
they're the first things Alan and George aim for when I remove their muzzles.
Lucy prefers weeds to grass, as well. There's no accounting for taste.
The fall of 2012...
The fall of 2014.
It's not just the grass that is happy; the difference in the cholla is startling.
It is becoming increasingly difficult to take pictures of my feral pocket cat.
His favorite place to be is next to me.
Johnny: I know you're in there somewhere. I could see better if you'd wash the window.