Ambush

Carrying the huge white plastic laundry basket up from the laundry room at the main house along the horse pasture fence I caught sigh of Denali grazing the plentiful late spring grass. Captivated, I set my basket down on the driveway, ignoring the internal thoughts of chores and the mundane. I climbed through the fence, grabbed a generous handful of mane and swung on bareback. … Continue reading Ambush

Denali in the Storm

With adaptive grace, plenty of hay and a thick mustang coat, she wintered well. She didn’t fuss. She did, however, station herself, on a hill, thick oak brush guarding her rear. I’d follow her gaze over a couple of miles, over the neighbor’s hay meadow and up and over a steep hill, where a small band of Clydesdales wintered. Whenever a storm threatened, she’d head … Continue reading Denali in the Storm