Into the Wild~and Back

Normally, Sugar and Solly don't get turned out in the hayfields. Both tend toward the tubby side, and an all-you-can-eat alfalfa-grass buffet is out of the question. But when snow buries most of the buffet, the gate of freedom is opened wide. 

As they trot through said gate, a pair of ordinary cowhorses horses forthwith undomesticate themselves. Curry combs, saddles, hugs, and apples become instant history. Tails up, they snort and run and roll and paw through snow for food--everything that real mustangs do--and that night, they dream wild, hoof-pounding, fenceless dreams. 

There's something about a cold dawn, though, that evokes fond memories of molasses-covered oats. Even a mustang can't resist a sojourn back to the barnyard for breakfast.  

"...To heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives...." ~Isaiah 61:1 (NKJV)