Well actually, they were already home. I was intruding. One of my simple pleasures is to take drives in the country and snap pictures of whatever grabs my eye. In Oklahoma, this means I approach a lot of fence line on dusty dirt roads.
When I approach these fences I usually get one of two responses. My subjects either run away, or they come to me. On this day, they came.
Not just one or two, but all of them came.
Including their fearless leader . . .
And a posse that put me back on my heals.
And right back into the car where I bid my farewell.