The baby owls were no where to found all day Saturday. Had they learned to fly and moved to away from humans? Then, late in the day, I got the answer. On the way to the bunkhouse I spotted the mother on the fence. She went into mama Grizzly mode and immediately flew toward me. Turns out I had walked up while she was giving a lesson. To her far right is one of her babies.
The protective mother immediately headed for me, swooping down twice to send me a message.
Our pups, Rumor and Scandal, escort Zoey and Pico to the barn Thursday, June 28.
Cara putting the horses to bed Thursday night.
In what more resembles a painting, a family was moving cattle at 7 a.m. Saturday 6-30-201
This might be the greenest spot we came across in the Wet Mountain Valley on our way back from Salida on Sunday.