The other night at just about sunset the kids invited me to Walk the newly mown paths to the pond with them. I couldn't resist the temptation....
Our fearless leader forged the trail, riding her palomino Pony, intrepid and fierce in the vanguard.
The pony is a runaway.....giddy up giddy up giddy up go.....and must be called back quite often. One of the farm dogs went along for the fun and the possibility of woodchucks and was actually a good deal more biddable than that little horse.
After that walk I was going to beg off and go birding with the boss. However, the little boss was quite upset and so we ventured on up to the Thirty-Acre Lot too, and had a look around.
Once again that wild little pony was in the lead all the way up that great big hill and all the way back down again.
Even at the bottom that golden bronco just would not be broken....however, his tough little owner kept him in line as she explored the Trail for us all over the wilds of the hay fields...
