What Color is My New Girl?

Even though I'm still on the mend, it doesn't mean I'm not spending time with Saxony. Hands on no matter what. Today I snapped some pictures, hoping to really see her color.

See that bit of Oreo splooge right there on her neck? I discovered it when I can began to cut back her mane, removing the sun rust. Compare this picture with her blogshot up there in the right side of the page.

 

I love how her crazy blaze wraps deeps into her right nostril. And it is a crazy blaze, but it is a femur, or a wrench?

Black Bay? Dark seal brown? But wait. Check out those stifles.

Traced in white right there, the same on both sides. And more white hairs intermix thinly over her hips. It doesn't help that she is so shiny. Even the camera was sunstruck.

One white foot, buy 'em, two white feet, try 'em... but I can't remember the rest of that old cowboy saying.

And then there's her "Hidalgo" eye. Remember how they computer enhanced that horse's eyes to make them appear human like? No CGI special effects were required for Saxony's right eye.

More on that arresting eye later. I've never had a black horse. Is this what they look like?

It will be so much fun to peel her winter coat away in five months and discover what her next trend will be.

Silly Little Joys

So the other night I'm at the barn to do the PM clean and feed and after everything is done and the horses are munching their hay, I bring my boy out of his stall for a quick grooming. Remember to get your hands on him every time you are here, I remind myself. Young horses forget us when left to simple days of eating, sleeping, eating, and eating some more. Shedding block in one hand, brush in the other, I'm pulling out dead coat and smoothing new coat on his rump when suddenly I catch him turning his head to look for me. There's a beautiful bend in his neck and just there, at the crest of the curve, gleams a silvery shine. A silvery shine. Health.

That's one. Then today I took a friend to meet him. We walked to the fence. I called out and he came trotting over, covered in mud, happy for the attention, kid-like. Nose through the rails, then head high over the fence, lipping at our hands, eyes bright under those ridiculous white lashes. I felt myself smiling at him so broadly. Smile.