|8" x 11"|
Snow flurries filled the air, but it didn't bother them a bit. They were perfectly content standing in the field, munching on their hay. I got out of the van to take a picture, and the one on the left came over to see if I had a treat for him.
I haven't petted a horse in years, but as soon as I stretched out my hand and felt that plush fur and smelled that horse-y smell, it took me back to the years of my kids raising miniature horses, and of that cranky Shetland pony, Misty, that we had to get after Sara read Misty of Chincoteague. See, that's one of the disadvantages of living in the country - you don't really have a good excuse for telling your kids no when they beg for a pony!
Next time I go out sketching, I'll be sure to take some carrots along. There's something so comforting about stroking the soft muzzle of a horse - I don't think it'll be too long before I do it again.