Wild Horses

Last weekend I wanted to take some photos on top of a mountain. My sister volunteered to be my subject and we piled in the truck with my dad and went to a reclaimed strip mine. Little did I know it is also home to at least 50 wild horses.

I'm not sure that wild is a totally accurate term.  Supposedly someone released a bunch of them a few years ago and they bred and thrived.

They let us get really close, but not quite enough to touch them. 

There were several colts.  They were so pretty. ♥

Time for the baby to eat.

 

This song was stuck in my head the rest of the day.  Its originally The Rolling Stones and has been covered by half a dozen different people, but this is the version I kept hearing.