Looking

One of the fields on the Cooriedog walk has a few horses.  They have replaced some sheep which, I suspect, have gone for some ante-natal shelter.

Most of the horses are tall and slim.  They walk with some elegance throwing their feet forward ready for a delicate step on the grass.  These stately specimens have blankets on their backs for the cost of the beautiful views from their fields is exposure to the elements.  When I approached the fields, these pretended they didn't see me or walked off slowly to avoid further disturbance disturbance from an unworthy source.  A very aristocratic behaviour.

There was one who was smaller, much stockier with a rounder body and covered with thick hair.    It might possibly have been a pony rather than a horse as I'm not sure what the difference is.  It had no blanket.  As I approached, it became curious and stomped slowly towards me before stopping and looking.

It kept looking and, before I knew it, we had engaged in some staring game.  It was telling me something along the lines of 'imagine having to spend all your time up here with these lah-de-dah examples of equine preciousness'.  I blinked.

Respect.