After a weekend of cold and misery and extreme wind, we're back to sunshine. It was icky out there earlier this week, when I took these pictures with my iGadget. I'm checking that clay corral several times a day to see how it's drying up. I can tell where the horses went for a roll. They loooove rolling!
The biggest problem is that ol' Phoenix there believes he has to give the Little Lady permission to do anything, and here he hadn't given her permission to roll. Sadly, she tends to think she needs his permission.
Now? He's not looking... maybe now, maybe when he's not looking...
And when Phoenix says it's time to run BOOM up she goes and it's time to run.
Oh sure Phoenix, you're such a magnificent dude. Just look at ya. whoo hoo.
But heh heh heh, he can't be looking at every second. Any chance she gets she's going for another roll.
That's better, eh? Nothing like a horse with a predominantly white coat rolling in the sticky clay/manure/ shavings/ rotten hay mixture.
It'll be really nice when the corral dries up. That's all I'm going to say about that.