Most of the snow we had yesterday morning was still fresh on the dirt road on this morning. As I ran and contemplated my day, I had two tracks to follow from the pick up that’d been down the road yesterday. Of course, that did not stop my steady decline right off the road and into the ditch due to the dark of the long-before dawn and the fog and the nonexistent moon.
Still, by the time I got back, had some coffee and watched a bit of news, the dawn was catching up to me. My trusty MMZA started right up, ready to go and pull the hay sled to feed the cattle, and the horses were both in the corral, heads over the fence wondering where their oats were. That is unusual as my Indian horse tends to favor his Mustang ancestors and can often be seen pawing through the snow to get some brown grass and hesitating to come into the corrals. Not so today. Perhaps he simply wanted something green.