We were out having our morning coffee in the barn. Timber and Zip rotated between digging for something in the dirt and lying on their cushions.
The birds were out and the neighbors chickens had free reign of the their backyard. It was, for all practical purposes, a picture perfect morning.
Karen and I enjoyed every drop of our coffee. I kept my camera in my lap hoping beyond hope that the spotted towhee, the elusive spotted towhee would come back. I have yet to get a suitable photo of him.
And then, out of nowhere, Timber was poised for a most perfect portrait.
Oh Timber, most beautiful Timber, I love you will all of my heart.