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