It was another early morning experience that simply proves that I'm not yet rooted in the rural way. I have an amazing view outside my laundry door. I look out onto the farmlands next door. The laundry door is full glass and the boundary fence is about a metre from this door.
Without my glasses on I looked through the door and thought I saw a workman, dressed in overalls, bent over outside my laundry door That's what a city girl would think! Quick mental search didn't come up with a reason why that would be and so a closer look revealed it was a horse, with a cover on, backed onto the fence scratching his rear. Hmm, could explain wny I am still single. Can't tell the difference between a man and a horse.
I did laugh at myself and then went to introduce my self to my new "nay-bour". I call him Nosey because he turns up most mornings. He doesn't like silverbeet, he's not that keen on freshly dug up weeds but he LOVES carrots. I see him most mornings for a nod and a pat and I can happily report that I can tell him apart from his human counterparts.
THE BEST......the same beautiful view every morning
THE WORST.....not knowing the difference between a horse rear and a man's behind.
I'M LEARNING.....that horses are picky eaters.
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