Summertime is upon us. It's been hot, very hot, hotter than usual, in Central Texas this year (though "usual" is a VERY relative term when referring to Central Texas weather). Summer officially started just a few days ago, and on that day, I was coming home, driving up the long driveway, and saw this scene that I thought I'd share with you.
Memory (chestnut mare and, hopefully, foal-to-be), Manny (bay stallion, sire of hopefully foal-to-be), and the Donkey Girls, Hepsibah and Texana, were having an afternoon snack in the shade of the willows beside Little Donohoe Creek, which runs through our property.
Upon hearing the diesel engine of my old Dodge pickup, Memory and Manny raised their heads, checking to see if by any chance I needed assistance with important duties such as unloading feed. Reassured that their aid was not needed (Morgans are all about helping - especially if it applies to feed, but just about anything else, too, I've had one pick up a fencing tool and start hammering on a fencepost with it when my back was turned), they returned to the Important Job of Grazing.
This is life, in the summer, on the ranch in June, 2008. For some of us, anyway. Those of us with four legs.
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