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.