Open Sky Musings

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I walked the Open Sky Loop this morning, housesitting a ranch that’s no longer a ranch. Cattle come and go by truck to adjoining properties. Horses whinny, and a donkey woke me when they were getting breakfast. It was chilly, with a breeze waving the grasses and sparse trees of the prairie. The sun was a rose gold, matching an oriole at the feeder back …