We went to my in-laws this evening to celebrate my sister-in-law's upcoming forty something birthday. After a big turkey dinner, I decided to walk out back and see if I could get any pictures of the horses.

Meet Archie. He's Jessi's pony. They are the same age. Archie graduated from pony cart school. We're very proud of him. I don't think he pulls many pony carts any more though. He's not a spring chicken any longer. But he looks good with white hair.

Rex and Sunny are enjoying a little grass before dinner.

Rex is a belgian draft horse. Sunny is a brown horse. With spots.

This is Dakota. He is a free range Mustang. Actually, I guess they don't call them free range. He is a wild mustang and was a part of the mustang relocation program. Kind of like what you see on the pioneer woman, only he's male.

Uh oh, it's dinner time. My brother-in-law must have some goodies in the bucket. By the way, that big furry thing to his left is not a miniature golden retriever. It's a cat. A very big cat that walks up to the barn with him each night. He answers to "fluffy." He probably had to lift weights to keep from being laughed at for having such a wimpy name. Which might explain why he's the size of a miniature pony. But he is fluffy. And I suspect that the other cats don't laugh at him any more. Cause he'll just sit on them.

And that's it from down on the farm. I hope you enjoyed your tour through the pasture. Be sure and come back again sometime!