Equines are a huge commitment. Day after day, you feed them, care for them, clean up after them... always putting their best interest at the top of your list. You worry when they have a malady. You fret over their weight... always trying to keep them as healthy as possible. You work your schedule around making sure they have enough exercise and diversion. You brush them, bathe them, shave them, shed them, clean their unmentionables, and keep their feet in tip-top shape.
When all is said and done, there is no doubt that I work for a herd of pasture ornaments. Yes, I am their own personal servant... but, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Over the years, I have developed a special relationship with my herd. I have suspected that they view me as just one of the herd. Yesterday, that suspicion was confirmed. I have reached the most wonderful point in our relationship. I'm sure that it has been this way for a long time, but, for some reason, yesterday it occurred to me just how much my herd trusts me.
I had gone to the barn to bring everyone in from their morning of grazing in the front pasture. Their hard feed (breakfast) was served and eaten, so I decided to enjoy the...