Baby Horned owls waiting for their first flight.

One of the baby Horned owls. 

The baby owls were no where to found all day Saturday. Had they learned to fly and moved to away from humans? Then, late in the day, I got the answer. On the way to the bunkhouse I spotted the mother on the fence. She went into mama Grizzly mode and immediately flew toward me. Turns out I had walked up while she was giving a lesson.  To her far right is one of her babies.

The protective mother immediately headed for me, swooping down twice to send me a message.

Our pups, Rumor and Scandal, escort Zoey and Pico to the barn Thursday, June 28.

Cara putting the horses to bed Thursday night.

In what more resembles a painting, a family was moving cattle at 7 a.m. Saturday 6-30-201

This might be the greenest spot we came across in the Wet Mountain Valley on our way back from Salida on Sunday.