Most days, I get outside to do chores just as the sun is coming up.
You might say I get up with the chickens.
So does Johnny.
This time of year, the equines don't have to wake up because they never go to bed.
They stay out in the pasture all night long.
Here we all are, heading back to the barn.
It's supposed to rain this week. Good thing.
If there's a fork in the road, take it.
George, Alan and Lucy headed left, toward Junior's water tub; Hank veered right, toward the barn.
Nice face, Lucy.
Hank, you handsome hunk of love...you're the most majestic horse in the west...
...until you're not.
He must have had an itchy head.
The morning parade to the barn concluded with Lucy chasing Johnny over the fence.
The Daily Pronghorn ~ Monday, July 28, Noon:
He's still here and still willing to stop and chat.