Horsing about on my Sunday walk.
We are rather lucky here, because a white horse lives just up the road from us and often it can be seen frolicking about the meadow with her ( ? ) two mates. As all the horses have Lipizzaner blood in them, they are a spirited bunch indeed. Taking photos yesterday was almost harder than taking photos of people...
There she is. A handsome horse indeed. Spirited down to the hooves. I stood there for ten minutes trying to take good photos. If anyone had walked passed me, they would have heard a concoction of tongue clicking, whistling & horsey talk..." Here horsey...!"The three amigos of the meadow. When I first got there, the brown one was on his back and kicking up his hooves in glee. Unfortunately I didn't get there in time to take a pic, but I was waiting in case the others would follow suit.Oh, I thought this is it...but alas she just moved the grass to her liking and proceeded to munch.Do you also get the message of: " Surely that is enough now. How many photos can you take already? "A few more it seems...Horses do have the most amazing lot of expressions. Even the flick of their tail or the set of their ears is enough to tell a full story.Aren't they just like a bunch of naughty kids? The " It wasn't me ! " look.Just to end of, here is another shot of our lucky white horse. Have a fabulous and successful week.Biggi
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