The youngest That Herd filly browses in the grass; the first morning light spills over her, offering its golden glow. Her mother, still a protective distance away, tolerates her independence.
Light and Love
The last light of day cuts through a sloping pasture and touches a scene of…
A First Foal
In honor of nothing particular, here is an image of an April arrival.
Evasion and Motherhood
Instinct demands the mother be circuitous with her new foal. Some foals simply name themselves.…