Sunday leftovers

A collection of the images left in the camera from the previous week: 

Just before Justina and Don relocated Morning Bray Farm to Virginia,
they gave me a cutting from Spike, their mutant aloe vera plant.
Six months later, Son of Spike lives on. He and Smooch both enjoy the morning sun.

I was out in the back 40 and noticed a tiny calf in the bar ditch that runs along south side of the ranch.

I thought he was dead, but he stood up when I got within a few yards of him. 

Part of his umbilical cord was hanging down, so I'm guessing he was pretty fresh.

His mom quickly escorted him away from the prying papparazzi.

Random shot of Hank grazing in the meadow.
I never had a meadow until this year – another legacy of the September rains.

The morning routine goes like this:

1. Let Smooch out the back door.

2. Verify that JohnnyCashCat is waiting for me at the front door. I love it that he's so predictable.

Most of the yucca blossoms have turned to fruit, and most of the fruit is being nibbled on 

by New Mexico's state insect – the tarantula hawk wasp. This is how we keep the tourists away.

I need to keep making these animated .gifs so that I don't forget how. I hope you don't mind.