It must be the old park ranger in me but I do love a good sunset. It is such a peaceful scene, with nothing but friendly conversations between feathered friends, hopping from branch to branch.
The hay field lays clean and green in the foreground. After the raking and baling, dried brown shoots, nourished by the sun and rain, once again give me my verdant rolling hills.
Far beyond, cattle graze on the uplands, seen only through a break between the trees.