
In past years we have had two group of Indian Warrior wildflowers. At the start of our walk, we found one group of the Indian Warrior wildflowers, I got some photos but the flowers weren't fully in bloom so I'll go back next week and see how they look. The other group was in an area that the wild pigs had rooted up. Grrrr!
Now that there's been some rain, the profusion of fungi continues. I don't know why I am so enthralled this year with them, but I am. I don't like to eat mushrooms much so I'm not interested in picking them, just looking at them. There was one kind I'd never seen before growing in a pile of horse poop (no photos lucky you, but the photographer thought twice about getting on the wet ground around piles of the aforementioned poo) that had these weird spiny hooks growing down from the cap - those mushrooms were perhaps two inches tall at their biggest.

On the four legged front, over the weekend we saw deer, a bobcat, ground squirrels, smelled some skunky presence and heard a lovely coyote choir.
And this little guy or gal, only about an inch long:

As we were leaving the ranch last night a thunderstorm started up, and it rained off and on for the entire journey. Probably we could have found chores to do around the ranch that were useful, maybe even important, but spending the day on foot watching that world was joyful.