I am not sure when I became such a complainer?! I used to be, and strive to be again, a "the glass is (at least) half full" kind of a person! I am not sure at all when that changed! And about that me striving to get back to being that "glass is half full" kind of a person.. Well I will get back to that , "after" this story.
Having said that, the mud or shallow lakes are everywhere!
The whole north pasture, what was in the summer time green grass with some old Oaks through out for shade on the warm days,
has since turned into a lake. Brownish gray water surrounding moss covered tree's with the thoughts coming to mind of "swamp lands".
So now that "that" home has turned into a lake, I had to move "The Girls".
They are now in their new "home", the back pasture. That means "sharing".
The Boys, both Geldings. One of them, had once been a rather aggressive breeding Stallion. The other slightly younger, had never bred, nor had he ever seemed to have been interested, at least as far as knew.
Anyway, this back pasture is also Mud.