Poop.

We went to the Garden of the Gods this morning and walked along the horse trails. This is so we could see the horses. Ray can talk now; her conversation went like this.

“Wook, mamma! Poop! Lotsa poop! Horse poop!”

We did see two groups of horses. The second group stopped so the guide could point out a tree that had been hit by lightning three times last summer (it looked like it had melted). The horse behind his pooped.

“Wook, mamma! Dat horse poop!”

We took a picture.

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The last horse in the second group had a Knippling brand on the butt, a plain hat with no tilt to it. I think it’s my uncle Johnny’s.