A New Old Buddy

My friendship with Junior is probably less than a month old, but he trusts me now. When I come to the fence, he comes to the fence to nuzzle and talk. He's gaining weight, but he still has a few pounds to go. He loves his alfalfa, his grain, his water in a special tank. If you're from outside of Oregon, please ignore those idiots holed up in a commandeered bird refuge in the name of the Constitution (please...jackwagons). The face of this old steed is the face of The Old West. A survivor from the High Plains. That's Junior, a real Old West hero.