Ice fog and freezing bitter cold air has rang in the New Year.
Bubba returned to school today. Hubs returned to his ‘normal’ work day routine.
2 down, 1 to go.
Wee One doesnt return to school until Thursday.
Over the Holidays, hubs worked often, even more so when a contract lease pumper from down South called Saturday evening from a Tulsa Hospital ER Admissions informing hubs:
“he, the pumper, was in fact being admitted into the hospt. for an unknown duration. it is NOT work-related”
So, hubs had to deal with yet more work.
In order to spend time with him, the boys have resulted in riding along with hubs to work.
I, being constantly busy cleaning and cooking and busting my *ss around the homestead, have begged off going.
Not to mention I am a firm believer in: absence makes the heart grow fonder.
But, hubs enticed me with the promise of a beautiful, wild, new herd of mustangs.
So I went along for the ride one afternoon.
But first I saw this lovely bovine.
and many, many more bovines.
Where are the ‘stangs? I was wondering????
Here they are.
This grey beauty stole my heart at first sight.
They have traveled to Oklahoma from somewhere warm for they have not the long, shaggy, winter coats as horses grow from colder climates.
Spanish descents? I queried after a closer observation of their slightly larger, more pronounced arched necks.
As I stood gazing upon them, I could almost feel the Mustangs hearts pounding in unison with their fight or flight response.
The herd was skittish and did not like my approach one bit. My photos suffered for it.
Fresh, new numbered brands, they are fat and sassy….
Hoping they stay this way.
The Mustangs are stunning creatures.