Sueño’s Pillow

This week brought rolling clouds with relentless winds. At times rain or snow stampeded in, and the sun never had a chance.

The horses stood in the corner bracing against the winds patiently waiting for that moment; the moments when the clouds would part and a bit of warmth would shine through. They waited and waited for the light. During that time they ate and rolled thoroughly in the mud and went back to standing against the wind.

Yesterday it happened! The clouds retreated, and even though the air temperature remained the same, it felt glorious. The wind stopped. The sun came back to us, and we all stood there reveling in its warmth.

Sueño decided it felt so good that standing wasn’t enough. He needed to lie down and soak it all in. After turning a few times this way or that, he finally bent his knees and plopped down in bliss.

Now, I was out there picking up their poop, and of course he picked the spot next to the last pile of horse poop. It happened to be a deposit from Harley, who never releases anything of a small nature.

I begged Sueño to not stretch out, and to wait for me to get over there to pick that last pile up. Of course he ignored me, and let out a big moan, stretched out and plopped down on his side. Harley’s poop became his pillow.

I swear Sueño had a smile on his face.