The Bunch

Good Evenin',

Yes, again, had a load a hay come in this mornin', then played catch up all day, after a wee nap.

The bunch came in this mornin' for a flake; runnin' and buckin', fartin' around the corral. I'm never sure if it's the first cool night, or whether a lion come through. But I did notice they weren't in a hurry, head out, even after a second flake and the temp climin' right back up ta balmy. I keep walkin' them out, encourage their browsin', try ta stretch the hay through the winter, and they did give in, but they were checkin' things out pretty good, so maybe it was a lion, or bear. God bless 'em, they're a courageous bunch in their own right.

And, I love 'em every one. There's a couple, or three, were pretty fine horses in their day, but even the rag-a-muffins, Funny, with her terrible feet and crossed eyes, Graceful, with her big belly and bad joints, Rusty, the half draft, half cayuse, and Sade, Baby Huey's soul sister, they all have their way, get right to yer heart.

Have a great night!

Best,

jeune