Happy Thanksgiving

I know what the quarters are thankful for... a day nice enough for them to be turned out.

 

 

I turned Coriander out first and then brought Gwen out.  After I brought her through the gate and was turning around to close it, Coriander slipped out.  He says the grass in the lawn is much better than the grass in the pasture, crafty thing.  He'll be happy Tuesday, their pasture rotates on the first of the month.  Which is genius, I'm so doing that when we get our own place.

What am I thankful for?  The horsies of coursies!