He appeared tired to us, perhaps he'd negotiated the main county road to the river and then meandered into ranch and couldn't find an easy way out. We watched as he eventually came down out of the cottonwoods and rested beneath them catching his breath and bearings.
In a few minutes he walked across the driveway and the garden bridge and seemed to settle in for a bit behind the garden shed. We left him there and Emma and Griz in the house. Our dinner date awaited us and our unexpected guest seemed content.