At the farm one morning, as I was sleeping rather soundly, a man knocked on the door. He was putting in a new Equestrian Community just down the road and apparently that morning he noticed a horse hanging around. He knew we had horses, or at least we used to, and wanted to see if this was one of our horses.
The neighbors, down the road the other way, had a mare that got out and came to our house all of time, so I figured it was her. I threw some clothes on and grabbed a bucket of sweet feed and headed over there.
I was quick to determine that it was not the neighbors horse. I wasn't sure whose horse it was, but the poor thing was starving. You could see both hip bones and just about all of the ribs. Turned out it was a stud horse. He had a large head which could have been because he was so thin but he had a different facial bone structure than I had ever seen on a horse.
I tried to approach him without much luck. My Mom was there now and she told me to try walking backwards to the horse so that I would be less intimidating. Well, I got pretty close and knelt down and extended my hand, full of sweet feed. It was more than he could handle. He gave in and ate from my hand!!
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