A couple of bonus pictures from my afternoon walk. Max and I went down the coulee and up across the flat picking rose hips to make jelly (more on that later). On the way back, we started up the road to the corral and encountered a road block:
Ninety five percent of my brain was thinking, "No big deal, just old roping steers. They're harmless." But the other five percent was screaming, "OH MY GOD THEY WEIGH A THOUSAND POUNDS AND THEY'RE ARMED AND THEY'RE BETWEEN YOU AND THE FENCE."
I am happy to report that the majority was correct, in this case.
This is Timber and Doc as the sun sets.