Irene took the scope.  The the reins looped over her arm, she sighted through the lens and moved her view from the house to the chicken coop, the horse pen to the stock pen where they would brand and examine the animals.<br/><br/>"It looks the same...except they've got cattle and chickens.  Tim's all died."<br/><br/>Irene handed the scope back to Sam.  "NOthing is glaringly new or different...not to me, at least."