Magic…

While this may not be as inspiring as other posts – I typically feel the need to post after I sense something special.

There is something innately magical about feeding my herd at night – particularly in the winter.

The moon is full and it is bright tonight – no need for the artificial light of my trusty flash light to guide my way. Just enough snow on the ground to light my way to the magic kingdom that is my barnyard.

My ever appreciative subjects – waiting for me as I am the Queen and I deign to wander out to see them.

The soft wuffle from their throat as if saying – “Oh my – thank you your Majesty for gracing us with your presence”.

But it is not I who reign in this Kingdom – it is them. Their soft noses and warm breath tickle my face as I scratch that place that they cannot reach while they stretch their necks high with noses twitching in appreciation.

The moon is so bright I could read/write an epic novel of the scents and sounds I hear in this winter wonderland.

Clop, clop, clop go their feet as they walk to me while I toss hay here, there and everywhere so they move about. I worry – the ground is hard and uneven on their feet – stepping tentatively.

My favourite time of this day is the night feed. When it is cold and still and I can serve my masters/mistress to keep them happy and safe and loved.

I do not reign over them – they have captured my heart and I do what I do because they are magnificent creatures who allow me to co-exist with them.

Big Horse, Little Horse and Girl Horse are a joy in my life that wash away the stress that is my day.

They ask for little and give so much in return.

A horse is the only creature on earth where you know exactly where you stand. When you respect the horse – the horse will respect you and I respect.