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Here you have some lucky horses with a huge space where they can run around. Its the breed that some here call Andalusian. I think the locals call them Arabe Español. But I´m not to sure.
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Well, I´ve never seen one in Andalucia we have a lot of (what do you call in english) ave rapaz. But i´ve only seen the day predators maybe because I sleep at night.
It could almost be central Texas. Most of the oaks around here are called live oaks, because they have leaves on all the year round. A few Texas red oaks are sprinkled in, so called for their brilliant Fall color.
My live oaks are dropping their leaves into my swimming pool as I write, the new leaves pushing the old ones off.
The oaks are dropping a few acorns as well. The squirrels are busy.
I haven't seen for a while the feral cat who used to come through my back yard every day, chasing the squirrels who teased it, but never catching one.
I set out food for the cat a couple of times, but it stalked past in disdain. I suppose the raccoons ate it at night.
The land slopes down sharply behind the houses, so there is headroom under the back decks. My next door neighbors but one trapped two red foxes beneath their deck. Next door but one on the other side, the new owner had to add more fencing because the deer were sleeping under his deck in the daytime, causing a mess.
Maybe once in a month's time I will hear a coyote or two howl at night in the woods to the west. They are around all the time, but they have learned to be very circumspect.
Maybe once in a month's time I will hear a coyote or two howl at night in the woods to the west. They are around all the time, but they have learned to be very circumspect.
I only saw 2 coyote all the times I was hunting and they had the power to disappear as if by magic. The great house built by the only son of Petra and Mifflin to survive to adulthood was filled with stuffed heads of all the game on the ranch but no coyote as I supposed they were considered predators and a pest.
The ranch house at Laparra before the freeze killed the palms. My sister lived here for a year as the schoolteacher to the vaquero's kids. She had a room in the garret on the 3rd floor but quit after a year not being able to cope with the isolation. She remembered being alone in the house and out of cigs and not knowing how to drive couldn't get into town so she searched the house top to bottom but all she could find was a sack of Bull Durham. No way could she roll one. I never could do that either as the tobacco was little elusive flakes
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