Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Foal in the Lane

River of Stones

What is it in the foal that stirs something strong, a needing to protect? Soft fluff on the coat? Long, gangling legs and a half-grown, flicking tail? Ears, back and forth, searching sounds for hidden threat and the eyes, widened as I pass?



While her mother rested in the shade, a filly foal explored the gravel lane. Climbing out of a shallow ditch, she found sweet grass beneath a low bramble on the bank. Learning as she sniffed beneath barbed branches, probing with a muzzle soft as silk to search out young, wet shoots of green.


7 comments:

Angie said...

Loved this ...so expressive ...I felt I was there ... watching.

Karen said...

Do you think she'll stay a bay (my favorite coat color) or become something different?

I love how they look when they are so little.

ChrisJ said...

They are so appealing! I am entirely too soft-hearted to pass by something like this. How beautiful.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Young animals are so beautiful - espeially foals with their long gangly legs - you are lucky to live so near to them.

Winchester Daily Photos said...

So cute to come across this little fellow

Rowan said...

All baby animals are beautiful but there is something special about foals - they always look so vulnerable.

Country Cottage Chic said...

So sweet! There is a foal at our yard & he is growing like a beanpole. He is such a friendly little chap too & his mummy is very laid back & happy for everyone to cuddle him.