10/21/2026
Not going to lie, sunsets are my thing.
But got done a little early tonight and off for an adventure it was to be
While deciding which way to go, the west is always in my sole
So, off to the pasture, we conveniently call the west meadows, I go
Our days are getting quickly shorter in length
Mother Nature has given us sunny, warm days for strength
Once the gate was open with a squeak
It was the first 15 ponies that speak
All looking good, fat, fuzzy, and happy with their break
I put eyes on each one, just to make sure
No injuries, problems, or things had occurred
Once I was satisfied, it was off to the next,
A rogue one here and there
Small groups of two to four horses had my stare
Scattered the horizon, each one I stopped to see
I came upon Giggles, a sorrel pony we’ve owned for years, we stared; a nod we shared
That pony has brought so many laughs to kids throughout the years, he is an escape artist deluxe, but priceless just the same.
In his small band, was a cream-colored paint, a sorrel half draft mare, and solid bay pony who is as solid as they come, I thought those 4 equines, have done us pretty fine.
Onward past some broncs, checking legs, eyes, and hide, just to make sure all was true and tried.
My count was now up to 63, the sun was getting lower, but I was still miss some.
As I thought who I was missing, I remember a recent conversation, where someone told A I or ChatGPT where the way to go, how could that be, no computer would ever replace human eyes on the herd.
Ah yes, the paint group that was who was missing, 3 paints, 2 sorrels, and a bay, always stayed together, each and every day.
Off further to the south side of the pasture I rode, thinking how pretty it was and how soon it would snow
As I followed a 2-foot-wide path, again modern day will never replace this way.
Up over the brow of the hill some black ears pop. There they were under the oaks, by a red-tailed hawk.
As they came trotting over, how I wished that black/white paint, stood 15.2 hands high, instead at 12.2 he was just as wide.
All accounted for all 68 head, the sun has set, and now I can go to bed.
