Driving home from a doctors appointment, not far from that crazy looking guy (see "The Darndest Thing" post on this blog) I stopped to take a picture or two of a bunch of young bucking stock, all mares, that belong to a local stock contractor.
Flies had driven them into the corner when I first saw them.
You couldn't help but notice the paint mare.
She seemed to be a leader.
Something about me standing there taking pictures interested her and she stopped
and watched me for quite a while
before she turned and wandered after the others.
For one moment we had connected. I felt a little pinch when she left. I'm not sure why I was sorry to see her go.