Okay, it's all said and done. As of yesterday PM, the painted pronghorn are all off to their new homes. There's an entry in draft form waiting for a multitude of pictures. But until that is written and posted, here's one to tide you two over.

And in other news...

The day was celebrated with brunch with wife and eldest son (youngest was working). Ate too much, as usual, but the heelers were quite thrilled with their side order of bacon (6 full strips). Wife was thrilled the chef remembered how she likes her omelets.

Me, that says we've been eating out too much.

And I painted the clothesline poles in the backyard (it occurs to me now that some of you may not know what those are...). When the nearly-blind masked heeler ran into one of them again this week, it struck me...

The old paint is wearing off. They were kinda rusty brown, and dark in the dim light of twilight.

They're bright silver now. The bottom three feet, anyway.

We'll see if that helps.

And the wife and I went geocaching again, for the first time in a long time.

Walking.

Found one out of two.