There aren’t many things that are more ‘country’ in my opinion than horses in a pasture. As of now, we have the pasture, but no horses (still called ‘neigh-neighs’ in our house). We do see lots as we make our drive to town and thankfully a few of our ‘neighbors’ have some that appreciate a visit every now and again. So the other night we made the trek up the hill, past the beaver pond, to see these nomad horses. We’d noticed them right by the fence earlier in the day, but when we got there they stayed at the bottom of their punch-bowl-of-a-pasture. Not sure if it was the stinky dog or the streaks of little kids, but they weren’t sure about us. Even with Matt shaking a can full of oats and grain, they were tentative. The white one finally got brave enough and the others followed suit… (see that white shed back there? I would LOVE to take someone’s photos by it sometime… any takers??)
The one in the fore-ground was awfully sneaky and spent most of his time trying to eat straight out of the jar. And yes, you may or may not have noticed, that the Backwards Bandit (aka. Cooper) is back … he dressed himself…
I, for some reason, want to blow this one up and put it on my wall… As usual, Kaden decided when it was time to move on, so the boys got gutsy and said their good-byes…
And this one begged us not to go…
We enjoyed a beautiful sunset as we made our way home…
… and I of course had to interrupt the flow of the walk by attempting to pose Gager for a photo. This was not what I’d intended. He said the barbed-wire was too pokey and he couldn’t leave the tall grass alone. Oh well. Moving on (I’m learning to be cheerful even when a photo attempt doesn’t work out)…
…because more often than not, a totally great, totally unplanned photo is waiting to be taken…
Its a long walk back home, but I like the view…