One evening last week our renter at the lower farmhouse drove up the lane to inform Jim that a number of horses were grazing in the yard.
Jim went down with him and quickly realized that the horses were part of a group who have made a brief visit several times during the summer.
The horses belong to a compassionate couple living a mile away on the main road who 'take in' homeless horses and give-away horses. Horse rescuers.
This group found a weak spot in the fence and made their way cross-lots to our place.
We went down to visit the couple and assure them the horses were safe--Jim had herded them into the pasture and closed the gate.
The couple are short on pasturage and were pleased to take up Jim's offer of free grazing for the seven equines.
[Jim is tired of mowing the pasture!]
We enjoy seeing them in the pasture.
The pasture wraps around the barn and three-sided shed, and has a pond at one end.
Two of the mares in the group have young foals.
Sometimes when I walk down the lane the horses notice and now that they are feeling settled, come to the fence to be patted.
The light-colored horse, a mare, is the 'old lady' of the group.
Behind her, tail in the air, is a gelding [called a 'gilding' by his southern-spoken owner.]
There is something very precious about foals.
There is about a months difference in the ages of these two, the colt on the left being the older.
The little filly, "Flicka," has an appealingly delicate face and slender, dainty legs.
All unknowing, they walk over the now grass-covered burying place of Pebbles-the-Horse.
We don't know how long they will be with us; I shall enjoy their presence while they are here.