It was a pleasant Sunday.
Sassy, Adam's mare, is a bit of a witch (that sounds a lot like what I usually call her). It's typical of horses to fight over their hay and chase cattle away from it, but as long as the hay is spread out in several piles, they'll usually settle down and let everybody eat in peace. Not Sassy, at least not when it comes to Secret.
Yesterday Adam took his two horses on a jaunt, leaving only Blue and Secret in the pasture.
I wasn't surprised at all to see them eating together peacefully, because Blue is like that. Secret has learned to steer clear of Sassy, knowing she's liable to get kicked, bitten, or chased if she hangs too close to her.
Cliff cleared junk off some more fences, while his main tractor-driver, Natalie, waited patiently.
With a full belly, Secret laid down not far from her best friend, the tub. Which I now call "Tubby".
Natalie finds some of the strangest places to ride on the tractor.
Here's a closeup of Secret. Notice her too-short ears, which were frozen shortly after she was born, causing her to lose the ends of them. Most of her tail-switch froze off, too. She doesn't mind. After all, she has Tubby to love her. And me, of course.