The Storm

 
Knowing another storm was coming, I though I'd better hit the road and head home.  Now, although the sun was still out, the wind had already picked up.  Perhaps they smelled it in the air.  Perhaps the approaching storm is what made them race around their enclosure.  Perhaps they were just merely having fun.  Whatever it was, I had to pull over, stop and just enjoy their excitement.

The roan led the way. In fact, it's tail is on the far right of the first photo if you look closely.  As it flew around the hillside, the gray followed willingly.  

The roan stopped.  The gray stopped.  But neither would stop long enough for me to get clear shots.

seeing, saying, sharing...

The Storm

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