One of the fun things about a drive in the country is getting to see horses in various colors and sizes. Whether this one is a paint or a pinto is something I'm not qualified to say for sure, but my guess is that it would be called a paint judging by the size and shape. I wonder if this guy has been wallowing in the dirt or just needs a good brushing?
Most of the farm fences in our area are pretty much alike and are usually woven wire or barbed-wire like this one. I liked the posts in this fence. This photo was snapped about 10 days ago.
Linking to Theresa's Good Fences
A memory.....when I was a youngster growing up on the farm we had a number of horses and one day my dad brought home a bay horse and a pinto. The pinto was a little smaller than the horse in the photo above. The bay was the same size as the pinto and had a blaze of white on his face and was named Blaze. The pinto became my riding horse at the time and I called her Sally.
My older brother, who rode Blaze, and I raced our horses up and down the lane at the farm. He would always beat me. Blaze was fast enough to be entered into the races at the county fair and won a few. Sally was a good horse but not all that fast.
My dad, who would sell almost anything if he could make a dollar, eventually sold Sally. I had other horses to ride, one named Star became my favorite and would also get sold. When I was a teenager, I got off the school bus one day and as soon as I went into the house I told my mother that I was going to saddle up Star and go for a ride. She had to tell me that Star was gone. Dad had sold her without telling me he was going to do so. Yes, I was heartbroken. I loved that horse and she was the last one I considered mine. Other horses, including Blaze, were around for me to ride, but I never forgot Star and I remember wondering if Star missed me, too.
We're having some beautiful spring weather this week. Hope it's a beautiful day for you.
Happy Thursday to you!