'The tension was high, all was uncomfortably quiet. Every now and then, a tumbleweed slowly moved across the road as though it was pushed by an mischievousness, invisible hand.
There! Heavy steps, steadily approaching. The ground trembles! Everyone raises their heads, knowing that something is out there ... approaching ... slowly ... heavily ...
The footsteps are near now, very near! A shadowy figure can be made out through the gaps in the wooden saloon door ... it is not moving.
Could it be him? Could it really be HIM??
Suddenly, the saloon door is forcefully pushed open, smashing with a loud bang against the outside wall.
Everyone holds their breath ... !
Standing there, in his usual purposeful pose, HE looks around the Saloon, gazing at all present; nothing escapes his attention!
Slowly, HE turns his head and looking at the bar he utters with his deep, coarse voice:
"I told you I would be back." '
'Luke' aka 'Luke Van Cleef'
I know, silly, but I can't help it! :)
Each morning and evening during feeding / cleaning routine the crew make me smile; they have different moods, different ideas, different motivations and different means of communicating; no gathering is ever the same. I greatly respect these creatures and enjoy being around them.
(It wasn't actually High Noon, it was early morning)
'Luke in particular can take on the weirdest poses and can pull the strangest faces! Just like here ... where he wasn't getting any feed (because he has to loose weight) and had to watch the others. But being at the bottom of the pecking order, he doesn't dare to enter the stable ...
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