About the middle of last month, we moved our horses down the mountain to winter pasture.
There are 9 or 10 other horses down there being boarded by our farrier's dad, Scott. Scott was our farrier about 15 years ago, but his son took over our herd after a year or so and has worked with our horses since.
The herd that our guys have joined is a fairly diverse group, but all seem to be pretty friendly. Except for one that Scott calls the "Muslim Terrorist". Seems that this particular Arabian horse, with a crescent "star" on his forehead, had kicked Scott in the leg "so hard I couldn't cuss." If you know this old cowboy, you'd know that must have been a heck of a kick.
Ranger might disagree with my assessment of the "friendliness" of the herd. Several of them spend their time trying to chase and bite Ranger. Washoe spends a good deal of his time running interference for the old guy. Ranger may, for the first time since I got him, NOT be the number one gelding in the herd.
Alloy just seems to be spending his time just RUNNING. He has a new buddy in the herd. It is, of course, the terrorist.
Speaking of Alloy running, today is the 1 year anniversary of Alloys "Great Escape".
The herds seem to have melded to some degree, and they are only a half hour away, but we miss them. Particularly on sunny days when we could be riding.
I think our guys are enjoying the time off, though. Lazy bums.