Tuesday, May 24, 2011

A Tale

This is a tale of tails and first dibs. We hadn't seen any horses in almost two days, when last evening we were leaving the beach and spotted a band in simultaneous departure. We stopped, curious to see how they'd handle the blanket in their path back to the dunes exit. You don't want to know. Let's just say that when a horse lifts its tail a certain way, you're in peril. Hey, it was their path, first.