Three big old guys — a bit gimpy, as old guys are — meander happily through the trees, noses to the ground, lost in thoughts of whatever creature (maybe a coyote, maybe a mountain lion) passed through here last night. Four of their pals relax on the deck, soaking up the spring sunshine. And a couple of big blonds, graying around the edges, do the joyful, full-butt-swinging thing as a visitor approaches.
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