My hike this afternoon was punctuated on either end by the horses. Oscar, Pablo, and Doc were near the gate to the Buck Knob pasture. A herd of deer passed between us as I first approached them. As I was passing by them, they behaved like little boys, nipping at each other. On my way back through the gate, they stood in my way, begging to be patted. They are good horses... spoiled but good.
