Bobby was joined by five friends for his annual birthday weekend convention at the Hausser Ranch in Frio County. This one was significant, as the six companions matched the number of decades achieved by Bobby. Unfortunately, Pete was unable to attend due to having to make a living (apparently not a concern for the remaining gentlemen of leisure). However, his absence did result in a significant decrease in the snoring volume.
The more-or-less-early risers were greeted by this brilliant sunrise as they headed out to the hunting blinds.
A wary doe in the early light.
Scent of a Woman.
The cardinals and green jays also enjoyed the corn, even if ...
... it meant invading the feeder.
A proud prince.
8-2=6
On the run.
Squabbling females, but ....
... soon all is forgiven.
Brother Will and crew, dropping more corn, arrive in time to scare off the remaining wildlife. As Alan and Henry head back to headquarters, a red-tailed hawk hovers near Dove Tank.
Following a break for breakfast and lunch and Mike's arrival, Mike and Henry head out for an afternoon tour of the eastern side of the ranch and the river area.
Too much coffee.
The Leona River marks the northern boundary of the ranch.
A prehistoric visitor. Two were spotted.
Clouds at dusk.
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