Springtime (part 6)

Mrs B taketh and Nature giveth back.
One animal slain, another has emerged.
Fresh from the womb. Who said Fjords can only be found in Norway?
Equus caballus. This is the third one I've known to been born here. This one seems to venture further away from its mother than the other two, born in consecutive years past. How very cuddly these animals are. And smelly. I've never taken to horses, but these Fjords are very gentle creatures. They'd get the occasional sugar beet I'd pluck from the adjoining field when going for a little stroll. So now there's five of them. I still haven't sussed out why our neighbour actually breeds them. He's been up to the field where they graze just once to see if they're ok.

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