My youngest niece Carol takes her turn on the vehicle we have now dubbed "clown bike." I rode at least a quarter mile on that thing today. Bill, my oldest niece's husband, found the performance vehicle along the road somewhere. Good find. My dad use to say, "Life is sitting along the road waiting to be picked up."
This is my great-niece Michelle's pony Peter Pan. He plays with the bigger horses out in the field. I imagine he would be like having a cool midget friend. At the end of the day when my sister lets the horses into the yard to go to their stalls for the night they all get wound-up and run around for a little while. Probably like letting kids into a classroom just after recess.
Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowgirls
My great-niece Michelle tries to coerce the horses to follow her to their stalls near the end of the day.
Equivalent of Large Dogs
These are my sister Patti's horses earlier today. They're kind of' like big dogs. As soon as they notice you in the field they get real curious and come over to check you out. After you pet them and they all play "20 horse questions" with you, which consists of smelling, nudging, licking and nibbling at you and your clothes ... then they go back to eating.