Thursday, September 17, 2009

Feather Feet

If there's anything in nature that can always make my breath catch in my throat, no matter the circumstance, it is a Friesian. In elementary school, I used to plaster my folders and notebooks with pictures of them.
I've always been drawn to draft horses. I was the only one of all my friends that would approach the Percherons in the large animal barn at the state fair. They have hooves like dinner plates, but they are some of the most gentle, docile horses you will ever meet.

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