The photo shows the horse herd that runs on the land. They actually belong to the neighbor but because there is no boundary fences are free to roam and graze where they choose.
One night I was woken from a deep sleep at 3:00 am by things crashing around on the south deck of the cabin. First thought was that a violent windstorm was happening. When I opened the door to checked on things my groggy eyes met those of the big black quarter horse stallion. He seemed as startled to see me as I was him. The crashing was the result of his mares and colts knocking coolers and various other things of the deck. Guess it was a party night for them.
The timber-frame walls are visible in the background. Later came the cord-wood/straw-bale infill. Guess this post falls under "stories from the land".