Goose
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Our neighbor is into horses, bigtime. Besides saddle horses, he has several pairs (teams?) of Belgian draft horses.
Every summer he gets his jollies by putting up a field of alfalfa with horse drawn machinery.
Anyway, one team of the Belgians got too old to do any meaningful work anymore, so the neighbor put them out to pasture. At one point this spring he had them in some corn stalks across the road from our house 'cause the younger horses mistreated them. You rarely saw the two more then ten feet apart.
Then a few days ago, one of them died. The neighbor dug a large hole with a backhoe and buried it. Now all the other horse does is stand on top of the grave.
I always have said animals are far more aware of what is going on, and far more capable of feeling emotion than we humans give them credit for.
Every summer he gets his jollies by putting up a field of alfalfa with horse drawn machinery.
Anyway, one team of the Belgians got too old to do any meaningful work anymore, so the neighbor put them out to pasture. At one point this spring he had them in some corn stalks across the road from our house 'cause the younger horses mistreated them. You rarely saw the two more then ten feet apart.
Then a few days ago, one of them died. The neighbor dug a large hole with a backhoe and buried it. Now all the other horse does is stand on top of the grave.
I always have said animals are far more aware of what is going on, and far more capable of feeling emotion than we humans give them credit for.