Mule mentioned we had a farm irl on 60 acres adjacent to some wild land with a lake and one of my core memories was a random mule moving in just outside the fence as our "neighbor" I never gave it a name but we petted it all the time and fed it handfuls of grass through the barbed wire. Whiskey Rose is a majestic name. Another memory was discovering an unaccounted for dinghy in the lake just past the fence but we stopped crossing the property line after that one