Category: Horses

The Player

Mr. Winsome
Mr. Winsome

This is Mr. Winsome, a miniature horse from the Old Windmill Farm in Ronks. His sign reads: I’m Mr. Winsome, the chief in the barn. Usually I’m pretty mild-tempered but oohh, all these lady friends…

Since he probably didn’t write that I’m not sure whether or not he’s really a player, but he does have that look in his eye that says he’s up for a roll in the hay.

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Cute Factor

Why Black and White?

Horses (obviously)
Horses (obviously)

I asked these two horses this morning to try to get a completely unbiased opinion on the subject, right out of the horses mouth sort of speak. The first one laughed and walked away so I asked his buddy. The second one ignored my question, looked me right in the eye, and asked me why I never bring them snacks.

Stormy Weather

It's just another day
It’s just another day

The horse might know the way but does he know about the coming storm? Depending on who you listen to, we have a winter storm warning with predicted snow, rain, more snow and temperatures dropping to 6 degrees with wind gusts of 30mph.

Unless he has a TV like Mister Ed, he probably has no idea and will get a good nights sleep then get up in the morning and go wherever he has to go. Unlike people, he doesn’t have the capacity to worry about a future which doesn’t exist.

Buddha (allegedly) said: “Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” On the other hand, Alan Watts (allegedly) said: “This present moment never comes to be and it never ceases to be, it is simply our minds that construct the continuity of thoughts we call time.”

In my next life I’d like to come back as a horse despite Ernest Becker’s view of them as “living in a world without time, pulsating, as it were, in a state of dumb being.” Not an Amish plow horse in Pennsylvania but a wild horse living on the beach somewhere warm, maybe Utah. Ain’t never been there, they tell me it’s nice.