Here we are at Fence Friday again. Boy, the weeks go by fast. But in preparation this time, Olive the pug and I walked down to see the horses. I have seen the fence that surrounds the pasture where the horses graze ,oh, maybe a million times, but I never thought about how dilapidated it is. I kind of like that. It makes it much more interesting than a brand new, straight out of the box fence.
I did notice this time that part of it must have washed out with all the bad weather we’ve had and someone decided to do a makeshift repair. That seems to work. The horses don’t want to cross it.
The best part about going down to take photos of the fence is that the horses can’t resist coming to say “hello!”
Olive has gotten pretty used to the big guys by now and one of them is pretty interested in her. I have to wonder what goes on in their heads when they see each other.
There was a new little fellow there this time, a pretty dark horse wearing red.
Olive and I hung around for a little while talking to the horses. But as it was late in the afternoon, the sun was pretty low in the sky and my fingers were getting pretty stiff and cold, we said good bye and headed home.