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04/13/2011

What’s a pretty bluebonnet filled pasture without a few horses in it? These cuties trotted up and posed nicely for photos and, I suspect, carrots or apples or any other food we might hand out. They had quite a fan club by the time I moved on. Bicycle racers stopped racing, families stopped to let the little ones pet the ponies, and people like me stopped to take pictures of it all.

It gets lonely out here in the big wide webs. Talk to me!