On the way to the chicken barn, we have to walk (or ride a 4 wheeler) across part of the pasture, often going past, or through, a small herd of horses.
Josh went to camp last year, ranch camp, where he was voted "Best Junior Rider-Boy", and nicknamed the mini-horse whisperer.
Thus, he is a horse expert, has no fear, and horses do his bidding.
Me? They circle around me, nibbling on my clothes, inhaling my hair, and generally scaring the fool out of me.
See how nice the horse is with Josh? He's gentle and calm, and loves getting pet by our horse-whisperer, Junior.
"Whatchoo lookin' at, Lady? Get any closer and those box-blonde locks are MINE."
