We visited Wildlife West Nature Park yesterday. Unlike a typical zoo, Wildlife West is a preserve for orphaned, injured and certified non-releasable animals and birds in natural habitats.

This is Morley, a golden eagle. Morley is missing his right eye, making it impossible for him to be released into the wild.

Here’s Dia, a western red-tailed hawk. Dia was found on the ground, injured in the right shoulder and wing – the result of a gunshot.

Magnificent.

Here’s Don having a chat with Lucky, a white-tailed deer rescued by the New Mexico Game & Fish Department.

I couldn’t get over how beautiful the pronghorns were. Tonto was orphaned as a baby and brought to Wildlife West by the New Mexico Game & Fish Department.

Did you know the pronghorn is the only living member of its family in the world? They are not antelopes. They’re the fastest land mammal – they can sprint up to 60 mph and maintain a speed of 30 mph for miles (they can sustain high speeds longer than a cheetah). They can see 320 degrees without turning their head and can see movement up to four miles away.

This is Forrest, a gray fox. He was found orphaned as a baby in a train car in southern New Mexico.

Meet Ernie, a great horned owl. Ernie is at Wildlife West due to a serious injury to his right wing, most likely caused by a collision with a vehicle.

And, last but certainly not least, Don and I were intrigued by Max and Polly, a pair of crested caracaras.

Max and Polly are at Wildlife West because they were illegal pets.

They are members of the falcon family, although their structure and habits are quite different from those of other falcons.

Stunning.

Don and I drove to Amarillo, Texas this past weekend to visit with and celebrate the birthday of a dear friend.

Once we arrived, we rode in a big car.

There were big horns on the hood of the big car.

The big car took us to a big place called The Big Texan Steak Ranch.

The Big Texan is the home of the World Famous, FREE 72 oz. STEAK DINNER (if eaten in 1 hour). If Don had attempted this daring feat, it would have looked something like this:

Not to worry, though, because no such nonsense was attempted. If you know us, you know we’re much too civilized for that sort of tomfoolery. ♥

In America, Veterans Day is largely intended to thank living veterans for their service, to acknowledge their contributions to our national security, and to underscore that all those who served – not only those who died – have sacrificed and done their duty.

Don is a veteran and I’m proud of him. In his 20 years of active duty service, he served three tours in Kuwait, one in Kosovo, one in Afghanistan, and two tours in Iraq.

Here’s Staff Sergeant Don in Kosovo, 1999.

And here’s Master Sergeant Don in Iraq, 2006.

Welcome home. ♥

After the football game on Sunday afternoon, Don and I parked our camp chairs out in the pasture so we could spend time with the boys.

While Fergus and Nigel were right there with us, their preference is still not to get too close when we’re sitting in chairs. 

However, because it was Don’s birthday, Bernard and Ellsworth were in a celebratory mood.

There were lots of hugs…

…high fives…

…cheers…

…and the customary shenanigans.

 All in all, it was a beautiful afternoon…

 …with beautiful boys…

…Fergus and Nigel included. ♥

We just wrapped up a wonderful visit with Don’s sister, Debbie, and her boyfriend, Derek. Great family, great food and great fun made for a fantastic couple of days.

Debbie was smitten with Nigel, and Nigel with Debbie.

They spent a lot of time together, which was wonderful for Nigel.

Not to worry, though. There was plenty of love, attention and affection for everyone.

Ellsworth and his Aunt Debbie shared some laughs.

Debbie was so at ease with the boys. They knew they had it good with her here visiting. She’s a beautiful person, inside and out.

Just look at the smile on Ellsworth’s face.

His ears are another pretty good indicator of his happiness.

There aren’t too many things better in Ellsworth’s book than a good ear scratch.

Thank you, Aunt Debbie.

Bernard gave out lots of hugs…

… and had fun playing his donkey games with Derek.

It warmed my heart to see Fergus showing affection to both Debbie…

… and Derek. Fergus has come such a long way in such a short amount of time.

By the way, Derek is a phenomenal chef, a masterful bartender and an incredibly fun person to be with.

Before they left for the airport, Derek and Debbie presented us with this process flow map for dog barking at Morning Bray Farm. It’s spot on. ♥

Don and I were sitting out in the corral relaxing and enjoying the company of the donkey boys and burro brothers on Sunday afternoon.

Watch what happened to Don’s chair when he got up and went into the house for just a few short minutes. Heathens, I tell ‘ya. ♥

Perhaps you’ll recall that Don and Enzi like to play a game called frozen in the snow. Way back when, we promised to share the audio component of the game with you.

Without further ado, here it is. It’s called hubba. Goodness, she’s a vicious diva. ♥

There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless. Observe the ass, for instance; his character is about perfect, he is the choicest spirit among all the humbler animals, yet see what ridicule has brought him to. Instead of feeling complimented when we are called an ass, we are left in doubt.

– Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson

Leave it to something like Mothra to push Don over the edge and officially into the blogosphere.

We were hanging out with my dad and the boys on Sunday afternoon when Don went rushing past me and into the house to get the other camera. He came back out and rushed straight back into the barn. I walked in to find this:

Me: What’cha lookin’ at?

Don: Look at the size of this thing!

Me: Wow, honey. That's awesome.

Here’s my perspective of what Don was looking at: 

And here’s Don’s perspective:

Don: This sucker is huge! This is going to be a perfect blog post!

Me: Ok, hun.

I was sure Don had entered the blogosphere when he insisted I climb up on the hay bales with him to take this shot:

 

Not a one of us has had a second of regret for adopting Fergus and Nigel in April.

In fact, Don and I have had repeated conversations about how thankful we are that one became two.

And, while some things never change… like Bernard chewing or sucking on everything he can get into his mouth…

…Don couldn’t help but notice a change in Ellsworth after Fergus and Nigel’s arrival. Understandably, Ellsworth was often quite focused on his place in the hierarchy and not on us. Therefore, Don felt he had lost his buddy.

Until yesterday.

Don got his buddy back.

Hallelujah and amen.

Everything just takes a little time to work itself out.

Did I say Hallelujah? Let me say it again.