The pretty red head shakes the hair from her eyes, while the pale horses come to see if we have apples.
Not far from here there's a riding stable. The horses can be seen all year from the main road through town, but I'd never gone over there, due to a confusing sign at the stile at the entrance into the pasture.
But the other day my friend and I walked through the pasture, and these lovely horses came to greet us. They weren't bothered by the dog, who had kindly covered herself in horse poop so as to be less threatening to the poor beasts.
She's thoughtful like that.
This guy kept nodding his head, in answer to my "Aren't you pretty!" comment.
This dark one didn't want to be left out.
