You feel the heat coming off them, their deep, sweet perfume, and for a moment, you imagine you really are a herd animal, ensconced in the night, elementally aware.
They had come from the lower field thinking lunch was ready, when Raven saw the gate open.
Being passionate about mules is like being a hockey fan when the news reports last night’s baseball game but fails to mention the Stanley Cup
Of the women I've known she was the hardest to decipher. But then I couldn't stop trying.
Before the winter came we replaced the barn floor, while Merle and Raven watched from above the half doors.
It was then that we began to think about visiting Jenny's old rescues at their adopted homes and travelling out to view the wild horse herds.