This afternoon I took a walk and chose the south path near the Homestead’s entrance. The path took me down around a fenced-in meadow where two horses were grazing. As I approached, they sauntered over to check me out.
If, like me, you aren’t around horses often, you forget how big they are. These two were working horses – huge, heavily muscled, coats matted, with enormous hooves. These aren’t the glory boy thoroughbreds who run in races and get pampered in between. No, these are the blue-collar guys, who get yoked to carriages or pull sledges of logs for their supper, and who are grateful for some free time in a meadow on a sunny afternoon, when they can munch on grass and let their aching muscles rest.