Marky was walking Emma and Cuesta, and I had to snap a few shots! These are from this morning.

Here's my fat, healthy girl. She was a bag of bones before we got her last year; here she is, recovered from raising her foal, and ready for life.





And Emma, daddy's little dirt ball. I proudly proclaim that horses need to roll in mud to be sane and keep grooms busy. I actually groomed her to within an inch of her life a few minutes ago. She too has gained weight nicely after her colt's weaning; I promised both of them that they'll never be bred again.