My neighbor’s horse had a foal, which as it turns out is a great boost when trying to not talk yourself out of a walk.
He is so cute and spunky (the horse, not my neighbor). When he sees us he gives a newborn whinny and kicks up his heels. You can’t help but fall in love with him.
Yesterday the cows across the street must have been curious, too, as they were right up against the roadside fence.
Henry was talking a mile a minute as I was taking pictures. He was asking questions like why is a cow a cow and why is a horse a horse? You know those kind of questions that after a 100 or so make you have a permanent silly glazed eye look? Well that is what was happening when this rather large beast was coming over a little too fast.
We backed away and watched him for a bit. He is a hulk and that is a mighty thin piece of fence wire separating Ferdinand from the human race.
By the time we looped around and came back the cows were gone and the little horse was napping.
Henry got tired, too. The wind came and rustled through the wheat. (is that wheat?)
So we went home and both took a nap.