This old wooden swing is hung from an Oak branch in the side yard. It has character, it creaks, and it offers a pleasing view of our yard. I plan to spend some time just swinging and listening to the quiet of the afternoon.
The horses are loose, enjoying the afternoon exploring the yard. We are fully fenced and I let them out of their pasture to wander and graze. I find it peaceful and entertaining to watch horses. It doesn't take 'Rock' long to find me. She's headed over to visit and where she goes, 'Remington' follows.
Here she comes, she enjoys human contact. 'Rem', the old boy thinks the green grass is much more enjoyable.
'Rock' is very curious and likes to sniff my shoes, my hands, my hair. Sometimes after sniffing, she'll lick my feet, odd mare. I like to smell horses too, but never lick their feet (hooves).
OK, when I relax, I'm lazy, I didn't even brush the old leaf litter from the swing. 'Rock' sniffs the leaves for a moment. I can tell she's thinking, "These dry, crunchy leaves sure sound and smell Yummy!" I know she is going to lick them.