Pretty little thing isn't she? She was bawling a bit for home as Chicory wasn't exactly laying out the welcome mat for her but nothing bad, just dirty looks.
But then this is what Moana is looking like now days.
Alright, her real name is Chicory but I've started calling her Moana because she moans all the time. Poor girl, she is either carrying a big set of twins or triplets.
I've avoided anything creamy as store milk makes them taste so ho hum bland. You know Alfredo, oyster soup, Pollo Con Creme etc.Earlier this morning as the fog was burning off, I was photographing Pedro here
and Bess, I thought how our color scheme had changed at the corrals. Funny where my brain will go. Now everything is black or a deep chocolate brown. Don't ask me why that comes to mind but I like things to coordinate. I don't plan it that way. It just happens. Now that I have hopes of a slightly, and I mean slightly quieter life, this mare and I are going to go for a ride. Right now it is pretty muddy but maybe by tomorrow evening if the rain showers predicted don't move in, then we will go for a nice stroll. That will be a little bit of heaven.