Soapweed
Well-known member

Switching pastures

Just a bunch of plain jane ranch cows

Goose looking grumpy

Peach and her pony are pushing

Ready to count them through the gate

Cows on the brink of Goose Lake

Cows coming to cake

Looks like she's been in a fight with two black eyes

Sandhills sky

Sunset on Bovine Boulevard

Cows in a cluster

The one who brung me to the dance

Soapweed at sunset

Grass and sky

Sky and hills

They hear the horn honking

One final burst of glory