When we let Owen's Stanley out of his envelope and onto the green grass of our Charlottesville, VA farm, he was beside himself with wonder over the horses and the Blue Ridge Mountains staring at him. That's Owen's cousin, Grace, holding him close enough to the horses to peak their curiosity but not enough to include him in their lunch.
It didn't take long for him to get comfortable and rest up for his journey west.
We will miss him!
Owen's Aunt Suzy, Uncle Dan and cousins Jackson and Grace
