As you know, there were hired goats on the hill facing my kitchen window. Plus a goat-herd, who called himself a cowboy, and wore an appropriate hat. The evening after the goats left, I looked out the window and saw the cowboy, leaning against a tree! He didn't move a muscle as I ran to get my camera. Am I getting paranoid?
For the grumps among you ~ the tomfoolery ends tomorrow and there'll be a few days of "normal" pictures.
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