Happy LIttle Horses

I love to take photos of my two little equines, though they seem to be always in the same pose, which is eating grass. In this picture, Blue was next to the electric fence along the county road:

 Remy in pretty much the same place:

 Blue trotted over to the barn for a drink out of the stock tank:

 I have a hunch that Blue was thinking, "Hey, I wanted to eat the grass in exactly that spot!"

 The grass close to the barn is the shortest of all, but they sure spend a lot of time there:

 It won't be long until they'll have no grass and will have to eat the 88 bales of hay stored just outside of their fence:

 For now, Blue has no interest in the dry hay:

 I often close the barn door to keep them outside when the weather is pleasant and the fly population is down. Remy, however, thinks he'd prefer to poop indoors and is not happy that I foiled his plans:

 A pleasant scene, with the farm house in the background:

 Remy was rubbing his butt on this fence post and it wasn't long before he knocked it over. This is the section of fence I removed in yesterday's post:

 Both little horses are getting fat, but especially Blue:

 Remy is a bit tubby also, and his legs seem to be getting sturdier. He'd make a great mini work horse:

Around The Farm, Around The Neighborhood

As the more brilliant fall colors faded like cooling embers, the local forests began to look sturdier, more stately and reassuring. This woodland at the back of an overgrown Amish pasture seemed to me to be very "New England:"

 And just up the county road from me, a very late haying operation was bordered by gold, green and burgundy:

 Across the gravel road, my own north field took on a dignified beauty. This was the western edge:

 The middle portion:

 And the eastern section:

 The fantail pigeons seem happy and healthy, though I've had to battle a rat invasion (I think I have now won that war):

 The chickens have had no rodent problems, but they've caused a few other problems by scratching pine shavings into their waterer and detaching the bottom tray of their feeder:

 Just north of me on the county road, this small, recently harvested corn field was bordered by trees of red and gold:

 Partially shaded from the just rising morning sun, this hay field was bordered by some brighter colors. Rain was predicted in the coming days, so I figured this might be my last chance to photograph the beauty:

 We had a surprise extension of warm weather, a fine chance to do some outdoor work. I have an old, freestanding section of fence which is slowly falling down. I remove those sections which topple and toss the old, rotten posts in the brush pile. The rusted fence sections get folded up and put in the trash bin. Remy, of course, supervised the operation from beginning to end:

 Remy was curious but caused no trouble whatsoever. I removed two old fence posts and three sections of stock fence, which you can see folded up in front of the posts:

 And on my way back to the house, I was shocked to see the Rugosa Rose beginning to blossom. What a strange autumn this is. Of course it is probably global warming and that is a bad thing, but these warm days so late in the autumn do feel pleasant for the moment: