This message is from: "Cathy Dalton and Ernest Thompson" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
I worked with one of our geldings the other day, out in the fields. >sigh< It was not one of our "finest hours" - he was distracted - hay cut in the next field calling his name perhaps? The round bales over yonder just too interesting? Flies? As I was picking out his feet afterwards, back in the barn, I said to him conversationally, "That wasn't our best afternoon, was it?" I gave him a rub and then I put one arm over his withers, the other under his jaw. We stood quietly together like that for a short time. His head lowered and .... he fell asleep in my arms. Cathy The FjordHorse List archives can be found at: http://tinyurl.com/rcepw
