This black and white shot is of the mockingbird nest in my oldest willow. They are so protective and will swoop down within inches of your face when you get this close to the nest.

It always seem so desolate to me in this shot as this is where the boy's roping arena was in our former life. It has now been turned into a set of working pens for Eddy's cattle. The hill in the distance is at Sturkie.

Okay, I completely wore them out on our walk. Rebel is still awake and taking the first watch.