The race was on again as soon as the whole herd was through the gate. What a sight this was for the grandkids, who had never been in the open field with us when the horses came a-greetin’. They gathered ‘round the four of us, nosing our pockets and asking for goodies – which we had not brought this time. Well, if we didn’t have treats, the least we could do was play. Ida’s youngsters, Doc and Cannon, started chasing each other; bucking and kicking and leaping in the air. Soon the others joined in, until they got too close to us and the kids, then the grays would place themselves between us and the frolicking others. It was interesting to watch the protectiveness they displayed; getting touching-close to one of us, in a stance, then flicking an ear in warning at whoever came too close.
Ranger really displayed a fondness for our youngest grandson, staying close to him and prodding him gently with his nose – not Ranger-like behavior at all! When we started walking back towards the car, each gray planted themselves beside a child and walked all the way back with us, the rest of the herd following. Of all days to not have a camera, but Bill had a picture that was drawn by our middle granddaughter just with this in mind.
Notice Meeker Mt. and Long's Peak in the background. Can you spot Ranger?