Bob and I took a long meander down the beach
after a failed attempt to reach Crovinish Island.
It would've required the doffing of boots
and a wade through carrageen-thick water
up to the knees or so. I was game, but the boys
weenied out. So we ended up on a little cross-pasture
jaunt, over stone walls laced with barbed-wire,
through hillsides of thistles and over barred gates
(we entertained a small herd of heifers in the process).
We both managed not to rip any clothing!
Barbed-wire is an effective deterrant, I must say.
These equines greeted us at the bottom of the hill,
when we finally wound (and found) our way
back to the road.
Big Daddy --
Check out these feet --
This pretty boy, across the street, was jealous
of all the attention the other horses were getting,
so I crossed the road while he posed for me --
Mama and baby --
Practicing dance steps --