I was focused on a sunflower in the corral...
...while Alan was focused on eating a chamisa through the fence.
80 freakin' acres of an all-he-can-eat-when-he's-not-wearing-a-grazing-muzzle buffet,
but he wants what he can't have.
It must have been a particularly tasty chamisa, too,
because he was in no mood to share.
Alan finally stopped being angry at George...
...when he re-directed his anger at me.