05-27-2018, 08:28 PM
The seasons had been kind to the mare. Well, maybe not all of them. Winter was the hardest time. Spring meant new life though and a time to start putting on what was lost over the cold months. The turning of the seasons also meant babies were being born as well. The elk herd was gaining new members replenishing those that were lost to the snow or to the predators that stalked the woods and grasslands. The calves ran around in their small social groups. The mothers grazing taking in what they needed to care for their young.
This was the place that Moon had chosen to live. She followed the herd. The mare was out of place among the smaller elk. She blamed that on her ancestry. But, her size could help at times seeing a large shire mare among the elk might scare off a wolf or two at times. Moon was laying in the longer spring grass as a couple of calves ran around her and another climbed up her back and jumped of a moment later with a playful bleat. The mare was napping. She did not mind if she was climbed on and used as a living jungle gym from time to time.
Her ears flickered a couple times. The black and red markings of her permanent paint stains standing out against that white gray coat. The itch to shed her winter coat was gone as she had shed most of it over the last couple months. The mare was enjoying her time just laying in the sun soaking in the warm rays. The herd around her making little noise other than a few bleats here and there. A couple cows reared up boxing each other. Moons mane and tail were thick and bushy with few tangles. The walks in the forest paths kept the tangles down as branches from trees sometimes clawed them out.
This was the place that Moon had chosen to live. She followed the herd. The mare was out of place among the smaller elk. She blamed that on her ancestry. But, her size could help at times seeing a large shire mare among the elk might scare off a wolf or two at times. Moon was laying in the longer spring grass as a couple of calves ran around her and another climbed up her back and jumped of a moment later with a playful bleat. The mare was napping. She did not mind if she was climbed on and used as a living jungle gym from time to time.
Her ears flickered a couple times. The black and red markings of her permanent paint stains standing out against that white gray coat. The itch to shed her winter coat was gone as she had shed most of it over the last couple months. The mare was enjoying her time just laying in the sun soaking in the warm rays. The herd around her making little noise other than a few bleats here and there. A couple cows reared up boxing each other. Moons mane and tail were thick and bushy with few tangles. The walks in the forest paths kept the tangles down as branches from trees sometimes clawed them out.