The Herd boys have spent the last few days roaming the range on their trusty steads, Snowball, Oreo and Tiger. These equine friends have had their tails rode off. They venture across streams, through meadows, tie up down at the pond, and stop off at their secret fort. The boys pack lunches, water bottles, and bags of suckers. They walk, race, and occasionally come home pulling a big log. Why? Because they can. They are boys.
My boys sport farmers tans, have bug bites, the occasional tick, dirty finger nails, sweaty backs and more often than not wet muddy jeans. They push each other, wrestle in the grass, spray each other with the hose and knock each other's hats off. I love it. They're great country brothers. 
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