Post by april on Jun 29, 2009 12:06:21 GMT -5
It’s such a beautiful day for a turnout in the paddock, and the horses don’t seem to know whether to run around, roll, graze on the newgrown rich and lush Kentucky blue grass, chase eachother, buck and rear in play, or lay down for a nap. I watch them as they do all by turn and then call them over and give them all a couple handfuls of treats and a long petting, blowing in their noses again. I love watching them run for the joy of it. They’re all so impossibly elegant, muscular, and such pure poetry in motion that it doesn’t seem possible that they could be earthly creatures. They look more like statues from paradise, carved by angels. I smile, and watch them until I have to go take care of the others. Later, I bring them in for the night.