T regaled me with hunting stories while I (again) waited impatiently for the Rufus report. Finally, after hearing how they'd walked here, driven there, hiked up this hill and down that bluff, I asked, had they ridden at all?
Between the snow and icy build-up, they ended up riding only one morning. And T forgot the camera. Sigh... Rufus did just fine, though.
Since it was so late when they got home, we decided it would be easier all the way around to collect Sunny and Rufus this morning. All eight four-foots were lined up along the back of the barn enjoying the sunshiney heat reflection. Sunny had parked himself a good 10' away from the closest horse and declined to brave the line-up to come greet me. He did whinny, though.
Needless to say, neither he nor Rufus put up much fuss about leaving.
|"It's good to be home!"|
|No squabbling over spilled grain now :)|
|T and his buck|