I spent part of Sunday with the horses. Today is my Mare’s birthday. She’s twenty-one years old. It seems like just yesterday, when she was welcomed into the fold. I was just a teenager yet left with the responsibility of caring for her and the other mares. They are my mothers love and burden now.
I tried to get close up shots but she kept trying to lick the filter as if it were a salt block. She’s very bashful these days. Docxy enjoys trotting around the pastures and chasing after deer ‘til she runs out of stamina. The young stud is very fearful of her teeth. In all the years that I’ve rode her, she’s not tried to buck or kick me once.
That’s her daughter, Sunshine, to the left. Docxy is on the right. The rain had recently ceased, when I took this shot.
The next one is of the studly stud being silly. We call him Max, because he is a bit whacky like my granduncle.
This shot is of Mandy. She’s one of the most genial quarter horses I’ve ever met.
Sunshine is ticked off because I haven’t fed her yet.
Quit looking at me with that shiny thing that clicks and give me my food!
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Aww they’re lovely JD My oldest is 28 and still going strong!
Thanks Baino. They are a delight.
28, aye? That’s ancient in Quarter Horse years!
Ahhhhh hanging out with horses is a treat. A friend of mine (experienced horse person) allowed me (inexperienced rider) to ride her championship dressage Quarter Horse (an arrogant horse). He allowed me to ride, reluctantly, but when he discovered that I often liked to walk beside a horse on a trail ride as much as ride ON them AND I always had carrots with me.
We became fast friends and I doubt either of us will forget a slow-paced walk on a snowy night with a full moon. Truly amazing, horses are.
Welcome Pardes. Carrots are a horses best friend. Not man.
Thanks for the comment.