All of the horses were on the other side of the pasture and although both Nevel and Falcon lifted their heads up high to see me when I called them, they did not come. I walked all the way to the creek, but it had a wide swath of deep muck that I didn't want to cross...not even in my muck boots. Nevel came to me then-finding the most shallow area. Here he is sporting nice thick muck on his feet.
His fur was all "whirly-gigged" from the bad weather!
He appreciated his brushing
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