Ms. Regal Satin (Satin), the herd boss, has more or less attached herself to me. She recognizes my truck, and guilts me whenever I leave. Christmas Eve was spent like this for about 45 minutes-
Until my hands went numb. Then I left the paddock and she gave a big sigh and slumped away like a sad puppy. There's three more Appaloosas out there, although we're trying to find a new home for the mostly untrained stallion, which is turning out to be a lot more difficult than it was for the one mare we already sent off a month and a half ago. All had been in less than stellar conditions and need a bit of rehab.
Yesterday was a fun day in the process. Brought home a 1948 Farmall Cub and stuck it in the barn (anything bigger wouldn't fit.)
The gentleman we bought the Cub off of spent a ton of time working on it, converted to 12v, replaced the head, and babied her pretty well. He was sad to see it go, but the wife insisted on clearing out some space and paying off some other projects. We'll keep in touch and let them know when we're hitting up the shows.