The wind has blown without mercy. All the horses are on edge. In this picture Red just went on hyper-alert. His head was down, he was calmly sending me a horsey mind control message, "bucket, bucket, bucket, bucket" and suddenly he looked like something zapped him. HIS herd was on the move, running. Without him. Fully attentive he searched the wind to see if he could learn what was causing the herd to run.