Leah has taken to calling him “Sweet Eyes.”
There are two horses pastured down the lane from our place, and one of them, Sweet Eyes, has gotten to be our buddy. He comes to the fence to visit with us whenever we pass by, and he pushes his face into our hands, begging for affection.
Yesterday I stopped at the feed store in town and bought a bag of alfalfa horse treats. Like a fifth grade boy who shyly leaves a box of candy on the front porch of the cute girl down the street--does that still happen these days?--I stuff a couple of goodies in my pocket and walk down to the pasture, spending a few wonderful and peaceful moments with my new friend.
