He called out from his occupation -- actually, apparently they applied for a permit through Christmas or so -- to tell me that he liked my boots. He said they were "hardcore." Well, damn right they are: I had to pull them on this morning to catch two escaped horses.
Horses, like men, follow those who lead from the front -- especially if they seem likely to produce a reward at the journey's end. When your faithful dog is herding them along, though, there's always a chance they may decide to outpace you a bit on the trip, so steel-toed boots are not a bad idea.
Little Avalon, now a thousand pounds, pulled down her gate this morning with such ease that she didn't garner a scratch from it. She's going to be an interesting one. Fearless and curious, that young lady.