There’s a beautiful stallion in the field behind the bench. He’s looking at me right now. His ears are turned towards the sound of my voice. He’s sleek, shiny, well groomed and magnificent. He’s entirely chestnut, with no face marking, no markings anywhere. He’s very flighty. He doesn’t come near the fence. He’s never come over to see me. And if I try to approach him when he happens to be near the fence, he takes off with a snort and a shake of his mane. I can’t even get a good photo of him, so I’ll share one of the sky instead.
— Catherine