Everywhere you go now there are birds, willow trees are ready to explode. Rode up to the Double Four Ranch this afternoon, took a few shots out the window…of “unsullied wyoming”. I am thinking this will be my last ride in this landscape as I am needed at home. The black suit in my closet if cleaned and ready never something as children we desire to face. Its not quite spring in Wyoming but its coming…or the birds say so. And the calves certainly hope so.