
Hollywood seems to have settled into a fairly regular area with abundant grass (!) and water not far away. Another band or two are often in the area. He seems content and doesn’t seek to be with them at all.
He’s thin, still. … More thin than I’d hoped to see him at this point in late summer. But he’s still doing all right. The big open wound on his hip is closed but for a slight grey scar. His right (injured) eye is open more than it was, but I’m still not sure how much sight he has in it.
I hung out with him for a fair while and talked to him, and he didn’t seem to mind my company and prattling on. The grass was too good to worry about a mere human, maybe. After I left him, I looked back, and he was still peacefully grazing and swishing away flies. On go his days.














