The ranch owner's horse Boomer was grazing in the front yard
when I pulled in this morning.
After a lovely ride in the round pen
Cora and I hung out under the big oak tree in Reno and Jazz's paddock;
I saw the roadrunner in the field behind us only after she alerted to it.
The titmouse didn't hold still very long.
We found a very old memorial sign behind the oak tree.
Good boy, Joe.
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