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:
Loved this ...so expressive ...I felt I was there ... watching.
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.
They are so appealing! I am entirely too soft-hearted to pass by something like this. How beautiful.
Young animals are so beautiful - espeially foals with their long gangly legs - you are lucky to live so near to them.
So cute to come across this little fellow
All baby animals are beautiful but there is something special about foals - they always look so vulnerable.
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.
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