It is a muddy mess out there. How could a year that started recordbreaking dry end so wet? I am thankful for the generous shelter my horses have. All three fit under it with room to express their personality... kick, make faces, escape. Bec is usually banished to the corner of the barn. Wimp.
The horses battle the mud but spend lots of hours drying their hooves out of the wind and on dry ground. They watch the world go by in comfort. Sadly, today they watch the fire trucks go back and forth. A wonderful family down the road has lost their home. No details but the trucks keep coming and going. The horses seem to sense the loss. Otherwise, they would be tearing the barn down begging for dinner. Becca is riveted. She has always been the most aware.
It is getting late and I must go feed and clean. I can hear the piles calling out, "Muck me"!
My life is blessed.
Becca
Queen Chunky Monkey
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