One of the things I love about our horses is how they always want us to know they’re ready for action. Ivory, Isolde and Kalahari – our three “youngsters” at the Ark (with Diva being the baby) – all in need of special attention and cuddles. I love a horse that wants to work and I love how all our equine teenagers are drawn to humans. In their minds, humans are the best thing! That’s quite a compliment, but also a responsibility to live up to. I’m grateful how grounded they all are. They all have their unique personality but there is room and appreciation for their differences. Isolde is the introvert perfectionist who freezes when things go wrong. Kalahari is the inquisitive explorer who let’s us know exactly what she thinks and what she thinks you should do about it. Ivory is the late bloomer who is stepping into adult maturity while maintaining a touch of childhood innocence. All of them different, all of them unique, but all of them eager to work with us, each equine in its own way. We are very proud of them!
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Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackEsther – I love this photo so much! How well I recognize those expressions. And I appreciate what you are discerning about each of these unique and wonderful horses. They are so lucky to have someone like you to guide them and care for them as they grow.
They are so beautiful! I second Victoria’s comment about how lucky they are to have you in their lives.
Esther, what beautiful expressions. And you read each of your animals (horses, goats, dogs) so well. They’re all individuals with you which is what I love about your lifestyle. May you have a blessed Christmas and a beautiful, peaceful 2011. (((Hugs))) Jo
That is such a great photo!! They all look so sweet.
Who could ask for more…such sweet girls!
You are doing a wonderful job raising them to be healthy, emotionally secure and comfortable around people, Esther! It sounds like these three youngsters are delightful to be around.
i have almost no experience with horses. one summer, some friends of the people who rented our horse pasture (came with the house when we bought it), lent us a 20-year-old pony. I’d put one or more kids on her back, and she’d just stroll around and graze in the tall grass. The kids finally would get bored and ask to be lifted down. One of the neighbor girls, however, could actually get the pony, whose name was Honey, to run across the fields. I am in awe of anyone who can ride and work with horses. They scare the crap out of me, but I know there’s a secret to interacting with them. You have it, and it’s wonderful to read about it here.
That’s a great photo.
Thinking of you during this holiday season, Esther!
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