This is who greeted Flossie and me in the morning – the three horses – well, that would be the one gelding and two mares – of the Apocalypse.
The Apocalypse being on its way if they didn’t get their buckets IMMEDIATELY! So, no pressure then.
(Sadly, I had set my new camera to wtf-settings so the rest of the photos were crud – live and learn is the mot du jour today. Note-to-self, I must, I must watch Chapter IV but I have to have my head screwed on with my brain in gear and at the moment, that seems an impossible task).
Anywho, these are from yesterday when I was sitting with the sheeple telling them they were still beautiful even without their wool.
But in a very handsome way, though.
He’s looking good now for the time of year.
Still, he’s always pretty against the skyline!