We’ve had an interesting winter here in central California. I live at 5500 feet elevation in a small mountain community. Actually it’s not as small as it once was, but by most standards it’s still small. Thankfully I have permission to hike on private property that is basically right out my door. This property is mostly unused, although it is grazed part of the year by cattle belonging to the owner. In the winter Wally has a lot of freedom to run and be wild. In the summer his freedom is diminished because of the ungodly amount of foxtails and his propensity to inhale them into his olfactory system. Due…