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That left horn looks as though it fell off at some point and was super-glued back on....
ReplyDeleteThese guys do have such funny faces. :)
And funny personalities this time of year to boot! The guys strutting around, looking over their shoulders to see if the ladies are watching, and the ladies totally ignoring them! We wonder if this dude with the broken horn is Son of Broken Horn, another bighorn we used to see frequently but who has not been around for a while. We wonder if they both had something genetic that made their horns more fragile...
DeleteWish I could have been with you. Love you.
ReplyDeleteI wish you could have been with us, too, Sandra! How awesome to "see" you again!
DeleteCute! As if to say, who dare rides their bike here, and roams my lovely home?
ReplyDeleteEither that, or they are just really interested in our salty sweat!!!
DeleteHow in the world did you get these pictures. Just amazing! As always.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Glor! I am a certified stalker. I confess.
DeleteWell for goodness sake. YOU went missing from my blog reading list just like Mrs. Micawber! It is a conspiracy! These guys have magnificent horns. If I had them, Ella would likely leave me the hay alone for a change. :)
ReplyDeleteIt was Halloween, and we were up to foolery! We were playin' hide and seek with ya!
DeleteMaybe the Goatmother can whip up some wool horns for you to wear in winter... Just sayin'!
WOW! Super photos!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Camera Girl!
Deletegreat photos. wish you would have caught the first guy on his bike!
ReplyDeleteThanks, John! You nearly made me spew!!!
DeleteIncredible! I adore your bighorn photos. Did the first guy stomp on the bike?
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