It was around 9 o'clock Sunday morning. Hank and his posse had finished their breakfast
and were headed out to the back 40 to munch on dead grass until lunchtime.
Hank may be older and slower, but he can still keep the herd in line...
...most of the time. George and Alan are easily distracted.
The distraction moved off, and they fell back in line to resume the procession.
Here is the distraction. He has been hanging out with us for the past week.
Maybe he's Junior, maybe he's not. Of course I like to think he is.
George, Alan, and Lucy headed straight for him, but he ran off when we got too close.
Pronghorn are an endless fascination for some of us,
Not so much.