Let's Do Lunch Sometime

Our neighbor, S, who is a confirmed horse person, knew about C's love of horses and invited her to go see a two-week old colt. Sensing a bliportunity, I joined the expedition out into the county.

The colt's owner took him into an arena with his mother, where he pranced around on his long legs like a ballet dancer. He was beautiful, but difficult to photograph in the low light level of the arena. I decided to put some of his photos on Flickr and blip this photo of a young stallion and a mare returning from a training session. He'd tried to break through his fence to follow her on her way to the training area.

His mother evidently didn't teach him not to talk with his mouth full.