I wasn't expecting them.

The pronghorn bucks around the corner, yes. That's what we were looking for. But this gal and her fawns were a little farther into the desert than I expected.

Yes, we finally got back into the field today. For some bona fide field work.

Heelers were thrilled.

Until they realized we had over 80 miles of pavement before we ever touched a dirt road.

Until they realized it was dinner time, and we were way the frick out in the desert.

Until they realized it was bed time and we were still way the frick out in the desert.

Now, let's see if I can get up in less than six hours and do it again...