At first I was worried this fool would spook the whole band, but they didn't pay near as much attention to him as I did. He would buzz me, and then make a big circle and come back for another attempt. I figured he was trying to scare me away. I'd bluff him out, and he'd be gone for a minute of two.
This gray was trying to impress the grula, but he wasn't having any of it.
I didn't get a picture of the big event, I was too busy kicking up my own dust. The gray got his feet tangled up while running from the grula, and I had to get out of the way or get rolled over top of.
It looks like the gray doesn't know when to give it all up as a bad effort.
This is about how it all ended.
Intermission-----
Curious and Cute,,,, at about eight feet.
Friendly and Curious,,
Curious, friendly and making me a little nervous. His definition of play could definitely make my head hurt.
Another disagreement---
We found them about noon. They had been to water and was grazing away from it, up the country. I guess it was too late in the day to do much fighting. 120 head, the most I've seen in one band for about three years.