The weather has been all wet and falling on us , so we stayed in the shelter, watching and waiting. She didn't stay long, just long enough to feed us and run away again. We heard her say she was going to start making horses again, it was time now. But that meant nothing. We only know about buckets and hay.
Thursday, 20 March 2008
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The horses paw and prance and neigh, Fillies and colts like kittens play, And dance and toss their rippled manes Shining and soft as silken skeins;...