Day trip exploring Huffaker Park. Ran into some wild mustangs.
A friend showed me a photo of a neighborhood where these wild mustangs were seen eating the lawn. Cute? Well not really for the owners. The mustangs eat their garden. Then who will clean their feces? The male horses are said to be quite unpredictable. They are not afraid of people. They just gazed at you, then continue their business.
The ones that I ran into were certainly not afraid of us. They are hairy (winter coat?) unlike the racing horses that I used to see in the magazine I work for.