My boss arrived and the first thing she wanted to do was to meet Tex. When I took him to the Mark Rashid clinic, I told her all about him and (like so many people), his story touched her heart. We went to the barn to get carrots and headed to the boys pasture. There were four or five people trailing after us.
"The one on the right, the reddish brown horse, is Tex. He probably won't come over to the fence since there are so many of us and he is skittish. But Flash will come for sure."
I got that wrong. Flash watched from a distance as everyone crowded around the fence, sticking their hands full of carrots into the pasture. Tex walked over, slowly. He walked close enough to stretch his neck out and get carrots. He ate three or four, from me and from our guests. He stayed far enough back that they couldn't touch him, but close enough to get his lips around the end of a carrot.
Flash made his way over, eventually. By the time he arrived, we only had a couple carrots left.
The goats ate an entire box of Cheerios, brought by another guest.
Our youngest guest, age six, collected eggs from the hen house. He announced that he wasn't going to eat them, he was going to hatch them. He dropped one before we were able to get them safely in an egg carton. Kersey made quick work of the egg, and anything else that fell on the ground.
|Shasta Daisies and Bee Balm were blooming in the garden|
Today we are going to relax. We are pretty tired from all the work of the BBQ and it is going to be hot, hot, hot. The horses will be under the pines, swishing their tails lazily as they doze and we will be inside swishing the ice in our glasses of ice tea.