It’s almost Christmas, and a pony is not on my list.
I am an equine ignoramus. Every horse I’ve ridden, no doubt sensing my fear of it, has gone alpha and tried to rub me off on a fence, or nip my knee.
So I watch horses from afar. To me, this pose looks like devotion. Are they in love?
A primer on horse body language tells me the darker one is likely relaxed, or bored, or perhaps standing guard as its companion sleeps.
I admire their seeming contentment. And that watchful eye. The line of that black mane gracing the neck’s strong curve. [Read more…]