Winter rains change all living things up on the high mountain flanks facing away from Guadalajara’s graceless sprawl. Horses get spooky, cattle more balky as rain-laced wind pivots from its usual eastern entrance to slant in from the south, then the west, raw and crazy.
Ranch-yard geese, turkeys march onto the terraza past curled up dogs, ready to come in from the cold.*Restricted Article* - To view rest of this content, please login or register..
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