...that Queen Estes is at fat pasture. We took her down on the last nice day we had, after a beautiful ride. I have lots of pictures that I want to post, but my computer died and I'm using a work "loaner" that sucks big ole hairy donkey balls. Sometimes the 'e' key works. But I spend a lot of time going back and adding in the effing 'e's.
Anyway, I have about 18 inches worth of reasons why I'm glad Little Miss Estes is down in the lowlands. It's single digits up the hill and the snow is falling, falling, falling. She doesn't have nearly enough fat on her bones to handle the kind of weather Mom and Bill are having.
As soon as I get my new computer, I'll get pictures up.