Took my sketchbook and a bag of carrots up to where the horses were grazing in the shade but this time as soon as they saw me they ran down to the feed shed instead of sticking their heads through the window for treats and investigating the truck bed. JJ cantering and Clover dancing patterns in front of and around him all the way down the hill, kicking and tossing her head.
Stopped on the way back to feed carrots to Molly the burro, who Chuck thinks he's had for 40 years.
Also today, found the old rut-road in the pasture and had a lovely shady walk through the oak trees. And painted.
Pensive postscript alert:
Some growing pains the past couple of days but feel like I'm learning something important about translating new language and identifying legacy issues vs. legitimate ones. Language is important but communication matters, if that makes any sense.
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