It was almost exactly seven days ago when I stood by the fence, watching the four members of the herd, even the timid rescue Holly who is probably close to my heart mare's age, express their grief and I would argue even anger at the loss of my heart mare, the oldest horse in the…
The days are becoming longer so when I go out to visit the horses, often around noon to give senior heart mare her lunch, I'll find the sacred herd under one of their favorite trees standing nose-to-tail so that when one swishes flies, it'll also take care of the flies that might land on the…