KevinMD September 4, 2024
It smelled like hay, molasses, and mice. I really hoped there wasn’t a mouse in the oat bin again. It was early fall, and the pasture was eaten to the ground, so the horses received “special oats” with some molasses and corn added so they could head into the winter with extra fat stores. They loved it. So did the mice. I lifted the lid. No mice. Phew. I filled the buckets with oats and went outside, met my grandpa, and fed the horses. I loved Saturdays.
I spent many Saturdays of my childhood with my grandfather and his horses, April, Cinnamon, Blaze, and Hisega. April was a giant who ran like the wind. Cinnamon was a bit of a...
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