Relative Something

I was still so excited yesterday morning about the arrival of fresh bags of feed that I snapped a picture to capture the moment. So excited, in fact, I couldn’t hold still to press the button.Don’t adjust your glasses. Don’t squint your eyes. That is a blurry image.

It’s always a good feeling when the barn is freshly stocked with bales of hay and bags of feed. That positive energy is picked up by the horses and they were in a wonderfully pleasant mood yesterday morning during feeding.

I was still finishing up with cleaning when Mix and Swings approached after all the feed pans had been emptied.

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I think they were comparing notes by way of nose proximity.

“Do you smell what I smell?”

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Mix’s curiosity was satisfied but Swings wanted to get a second whiff.

I was so focused on looking at them that I got startled when I turned to the left and found Light had silently snuck up on the other side of the fence to see if she was missing out on something.

It is such a treat to have them being so social after witnessing their level of hesitancy to be near us when they first arrived last April.

I’m more than happy to have their close supervision of our activity any ol’ time. Especially now that I am practicing more intentional awareness when they are moving behind me (he says after just admitting to being oblivious about Light’s whereabouts a moment ago).

That’s why I wrote, “practicing.”

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