It’s freakishly warm in the northeast. Definitely not-right feeling, but the horses are enjoying themselves. The old boys spend their days outside with no blankets. Ariel keeps them so beautifully groomed their long winter coats are silky as minks.
I visited Otter and Grappa in their hilltop meadow, where the grass is still thick and green. They range around this field all day, usually side by side. Grappa came right over to see me. They all have this look of total contentment in their eyes.
My good old boy: