A couple of evenings ago this trio greeted me at the gate: Jerico, Joe, and Red. No human words are necessary to translate the ensuing conversation. Guess which one is MY horse.
If you guessed the guy wearing the attractive piece of redwood in his forelock, you guessed correctly. The other fellow in front is my friend Joe who was hoping that I might spare a bit crunchy, carroty goodness for him (as I have been known to do, with his mom's permission, of course).