28 February 2011
25 February 2011
Actually, when I was in college in the city, I frequently saw bones from fried chicken. But seeing a big, sun-bleached cow bone is a little different.
While I was taking these photos, a guy drove by in a truck and gave me look like that said something like. "What kind of a city slicker takes pictures of cow bones?"
23 February 2011
And once the boar made it safely through the fence, he took a breather.
21 February 2011
One day I will have one of the super cameras with a humongous zoom lens to better catch the critters. But until then. . .
This guy was walking around in the yard one morning, but by the time I had grabbed my camera, he was in the lower field.