Who’s way out by themselves in the front pasture?
It’s Stormy. Come in for breakfast, darn it!
Iris beat me to the hay this morning.
Onslow’s doing some climbing.
I don’t mind sharing, Iris. . .
. . .so long as you back up a little when you have to snort. 🐎
If you watch this video, you’ll see what I mean:
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