If this is the end of Wheathill St, then I must be standing in the wheatfield, but I'm only seeing the suburban frontier creeping westward under the high tension lines. Some pioneers have made a bench for followers.
Now, this is what sunny spring days are for! Hubert (above) and Nate (below) are taking full advantage of their free time by sleeping in the sun, gently baking on opposite sides of the same hay pile. When they snooze they gently grunt and sigh; animals of power, poise, and movement completely limp under the open sky.