Spike comes down from the hill every afternoon to escape the heat under the barn overhang. There are a few others in his clan, but he's the one I've got a thing with. He lays there and munches clover while I talk to him. This was taken from my deck, about 50 feet away. I've made it up to about 25 feet before he feels the need to amble away.
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