livestock

This is Yoyo, aka Smiley, the town dog. She belongs to no one and everyone, and it looks like everyone has been feeding her. Those of you who recall the Yoyo of last year will notice that her girlish figure is a thing of the past. She may be saying the same of me. In any case, I'm glad to see that she has evaded the logging trucks barreling through town at 70 mph. I found part of a deer head and antler in the yard, probably deposited by her. Also no armadillo burrows this year, which may also be to her credit.
Yes, this is town, but town is only one street wide. You can see the ranches one street back. Last night, in addition to the damn dogs howling (not Yoyo), I heard a bellowing cow. And every morning there is the birds' racket and the crowing chanticleers.