Apollo is back in the paddock, maybe until he emigrates. The rest of the herd— what’s left of it since yesterday, when Dash (Daisy), Ellie, and Nicholas were driven off for a few days of pasture: the mares Red and Midnight, and the big geldings, Apollo and Ali— all make it clear there is no room for my guy in their double-date.
For their own reasons, no roosters are coming at me anymore. They just hang around, knowing they will get either broken-up manure to scratch around in, or the leavings of Apollo’s bowl. Peace in our time!
And the boydog Boz mopes around since Lady died.