susanne
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After a long, cold winter (for Oregon, that is) and months of rain and mud, Spring has arrived, if only temporarily. Clear blue sky and a delightfully warm morning lured me from my work to sit with my horses.
Mingus now leads with just my arm over his neck, and we strolled back to the stump in sunny part of the corral. Flash and Thelonius were still picking at the last of their hay, food being of higher importance than scritches.
Mingus drowsed as I sat rubbing his ears and neck, neither one of us able to keep our eyes open in the warm sun. Finally Mingus gave in and sunk to his knees, then down to the ground. Within minutes, Flash flopped down close by, cleverly choosing the remainder of a hay pile so he could continue his brunch. Thelonius continued his search for morsels left by his dominant peers.
Since the dry lot is, for the moment, dry (imagine that!), I lowered myself none too nimbly onto the ground next to Mingus. I stretched out my legs with feet near his head and leaned against him, enjoying the heat of his silky coat. He looked at me with half closed eyes, then with a deep, contented sigh he relaxed onto his side with his neck on my legs, his head on my feet. His nostril was at the instep of my clog, and his rhythmic breaths warmed my bare foot.
Mingus is a big boy, and his head and neck are rather heavy, but it hardly mattered. His love and trust were so evident that I didn't feel a thing. I lay my head on his side, and we both drifted off into a mid-morning reverie. (Some people may have nightmares, I must have daygeldings...) We half-awoke when Flash, too, collapsed onto his side with a nicker, then we returned to our nap.
Stolen moments from a busy day, the fleeting warmth of an April morning, the love I share with my horses...I can ask for nothing more.
Mingus now leads with just my arm over his neck, and we strolled back to the stump in sunny part of the corral. Flash and Thelonius were still picking at the last of their hay, food being of higher importance than scritches.
Mingus drowsed as I sat rubbing his ears and neck, neither one of us able to keep our eyes open in the warm sun. Finally Mingus gave in and sunk to his knees, then down to the ground. Within minutes, Flash flopped down close by, cleverly choosing the remainder of a hay pile so he could continue his brunch. Thelonius continued his search for morsels left by his dominant peers.
Since the dry lot is, for the moment, dry (imagine that!), I lowered myself none too nimbly onto the ground next to Mingus. I stretched out my legs with feet near his head and leaned against him, enjoying the heat of his silky coat. He looked at me with half closed eyes, then with a deep, contented sigh he relaxed onto his side with his neck on my legs, his head on my feet. His nostril was at the instep of my clog, and his rhythmic breaths warmed my bare foot.
Mingus is a big boy, and his head and neck are rather heavy, but it hardly mattered. His love and trust were so evident that I didn't feel a thing. I lay my head on his side, and we both drifted off into a mid-morning reverie. (Some people may have nightmares, I must have daygeldings...) We half-awoke when Flash, too, collapsed onto his side with a nicker, then we returned to our nap.
Stolen moments from a busy day, the fleeting warmth of an April morning, the love I share with my horses...I can ask for nothing more.
