Winter-morn
Horses!
20
°! Wow! Cold this morning. 6a.m.!
Gentle
whinnies and soft nickers greet me
at
the barn-door; frost crackles under my
insulated-boots
as I cross the yard to the critters.
Alerted
by my cayuse-herd of five, the
sheep
offer a “Good-morning” bleat and the ten head
of
cattle “moo” a breakfast-appetite.
A
salutation of “Good-morning” to each
of
the steeds, in-turn, by name, and a general
soft-voice
greeting to the other barn-residences holds
their
attention as I climb to the hay-loft.
Through
strategic holes in the floor positioned above
the feed-mangers below, I toss “flakes”
of
green alfalfa to the heard below. Each breed
has
their own feed-setup. So all get fed.
Later
in the afternoon they’ll get another helping
of
green-fodder along with grain to help stave-off
the
cold winter-night’s chill.
As
I pet each horse before returning to the
house
for breakfast, I bury my tingling nose in the
steeds’
neck. Ahh! Nothing like “horse” aroma
On
a frosty winter’s unicorn!
Amen!
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