Dawn finds me wrestling with sleepiness and bales of grass and alfalfa,
with 15 horses, stamping and snorting..demanding breakfast...NOW!!!
From a Welsh/Morgan mix, to a thoroughbred..they all feel they
should be first. Smokey nickers from his stall.."don't forget me"
..which I have on occasion, when the pastured horses demand my time
and attention, and I only recall that he has been overlooked when
I've locked the gate and drive by him to tie up the bales and leave.
I get a baleful stare even after tossing his grass flake to him, so I
have to make up by hand feeding him for a few moments, and rounding
up his 'toy', an orange highway cone.
The old ranch truck roars
to life and it's time to load the grass and alfalfa..
then up the road to the three pastures to feed and give the horses the once-over
for any bites, cuts or any other mischief these equines might have gotten into overnight.
"well now that you mention it, i did nick myself right about here
on that #@!! barbed wire!"
In the early morn' I may grumble and groan...but with the view of the ocean with the light dancing off its
off it's surface, the smell of eucalyptus on the air, and a hand resting on a soft nose, I and these beauties greet the dawn together.