What do you think he’s saying?
Nice teeth, pal. π
Like daddy, like daughter! (Take care of those pearly whites, Juniper!)
Mama Kestrel was her usual calm self. Who do you suppose is there in the background? Clue: How many grey horses do you count?
Seems like forever since I’ve been in to see the ponies. I’ve missed them. It felt *good* to sit on the hill with the setting sun shining on us, horses grazing, birds wheeling, pronghorn watchful. Wonderfully simple and natural and normal. Wonderful and beautiful.
The horses had a few other visitors. People soaking up springtime and mustang magic.



You had a run of nice weather until today!! But the moisture will be good.