My Very Own Black Beauty

This pic isn't very good, but he was going full pelt at the time!

This pic isn’t very good, but he was going full pelt at the time!

Out the back of where I live there are open fields. In the last two or three years there’s been a black horse enjoying the seasons as they come and go. In the winter he (I know he’s a ‘he’ for obvious reasons) parades up and down in a green coat, looking mighty handsome. He reminds me of Black Beauty – though his head is adorned with a vertical white blaze rather than the star so often depicted in pictures of the fictional horse.

This guy has become a constant in my morning routine. I get up and look out, disappointed if he’s not there. I’ve watched him make friends through the years – with the herd of cows that graze there in the summer, a young pony who comes to visit him a few times a year, children who feed him apples and carrots – yeah, they’re a big favourite – and the birds love him!

Same day - and racing around like a loon!

Same day – and racing around like a loon!

At the moment, the local council are putting drainage pipes in and yes, you guessed it, he’s there making friends with the workmen. Of course, it’s probably to do with wheedling food out of them, but it’s always nice to think there’s something more going on inside his head.

Making friends with the local seaguls

Making friends with the local seaguls

The other night I had a dream. I was sitting on the grass and he came up to me, put his long nose to mine and blew out. It was a weird sensation, like he was saying hello in horse.

Anyway, even though we’ve never met I feel like I know him so well.

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