Saturday, April 21, 2007

evensong

I don't often do the evening feed at the barn, but when I do, like tonight, I am reminded of the first evening we spent here preparing for the arrival of our horses.

Bedding the stalls that first time made me realize it was really happening - my dream to have my horses with us at home.

We heard a bobcat that night too, singing in the darkness.

Tonight when I went out Keil Bay was waiting. The other horses hadn't come up to the barn yet, so we had a few moments to visit before the line-up for dinner began.



Keil Bay and I sing to one another every morning when I feed, but our evening song is quiet, an elegant ending to the day.

3 comments:

jason evans said...

Keil Bay and I sing to one another every morning when I feed, but our evening song is quiet, an elegant ending to the day.

Such peaceful lines. You two have a powerful bond.

Joni said...

I'm sure the song you and Keil Bay share is a wonderous one!

billie said...

I'd forgotten all the wonderful things I miss when I don't do all the feeds.

Now that it's warm, the 3 p.m. feed is when you're most likely to catch them in the stalls lying down. I keep the fans going during the heat of the day and they like coming in to escape the sun and the flies.