I like to play little games with horses. I stand at the gate and call out to the bunch and see which one comes first. Reward is oats and a brush! So far, they aren't playing along so I'm forced to walk out into the field (a hundred yards or so) to retrieve a horse to spoil. There is one very sweet horse here named Coco, half thoroughbred half draft. A few days ago I brought her out and fed her some oats. The next day, she hung out and waited to be let out for more oats. Third day, and she's hanging by the gate - waiting, expecting. Day 4 and I'm not around in the morning so she finds me later in the day for more oats. Coco is not stupid! Day 5, and I really want to get on her back, but father is preoccupied. The horses are not following along with my "come when called" game so off I march to see who will walk back with me without a halter or lead - it's Coco! I start to jog, she trots along beside me - im happy she's playing my game and wer...
Awww. Nicola, you have now been promoted to "First Officer With Distinction" for your kind words!
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