As they got closer, it quickly became obvious what they had been up to.....MUD.
In the winter, the ground is too frozen to stick to you, so this must be SPRING!!!!
I had wondered why Washoe wasn't in the lead, as usual. Look out, here he comes...and talk about disgruntled! He's usually my clean, clean, clean horse and he appeared rather chagrined that I had caught him, well, not quite at his best.
This is Cannon, enjoying the fresh sprouts coming up through the grass.
Peanut, who also is usually very clean, and also was not in the front running to greet us as usual.
Little Dutch, who looks light a boxer just leaving the ring with a knot above his left eye. Bill likes this next shot better; says he looks smug, with his tongue out. He must have won the round.
This last shot is just because it's my favorite. Bill and Ranger are truly buds.