Christmas Bob

We went for a Christmas Day walk on the ranch. This required crawling under a few fences.

The cows followed us into a new pasture. First, they galloped through the gate and explored. Then they got down to serious grazing.

A newt smaller than my pinky tumbled down a landslide onto the old ranch road. We helicoptered him to the creek side of the road with words of encouragement.

There were 17 male mallards at the Mallard Pond.

We watched a bobcat sunning. He ignored us and hunted.

He gave us a short stare through the grasses. Then he leapt away.

It was a fine Christmas Day and a walk worth crawling under fences.