Sweet Bear took this photo. She is becoming quite the photographer. Petite Clown hasn’t yet figured out how to take a photo without getting her fingers in the shot. Once she does I know she’ll be as good as her sister. They are always pointing out things to me during our walks.
Some of the trees are beginning to change. It is not at all as dramatic as in Ohio. However, it is still beautiful.
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This horse wanted all the petting we were willing to give. She even stuck her head over the wire fence to eat the grass on the other side because we were standing there. I never realized how social horses are until we moved to the Jura. I had never before had the opportunity to be up close to so many horses rooming freely.
Here the horse is getting petted. Just after I took this shot the horse put her face right in the face of Boy Blue. At first he laughed but then he realized what a big head the horse had and he began to cry. The horse only wanted to smell him.
Here is another horse with her baby. Remember how I mentioned that horses are social. The mother and her baby followed close behind us as if we were part of the herd. Petite Clown wasn’t at all happy about it and cried until I got in between her and the horses with the stroller.
The cows and horses are this close to our village all the way around. We even have some inside the village as well.
Here is a photo I took on our walk yesterday. We walked through the forest. It was a gorgeous day.
Several people were relaxing and grilling out for the day. You can see Petite Clown in the photo on her bike and behind her on the right you can see smoke from a grill.
Here is another family grilling out. Actually, I think they were camping here for the weekend.
We often see people riding horses on our walks. We are definitely in horse country here. In our village there is a hotel that has stalls for horses. So, it is possible to stay there with your horse. It is a busy hotel.
These ribbons keep the horses and cows from leaving one pasture to go into another while allowing cars to move freely.