From the archives of my drafts. Originally written April 15th,2020 I have about ten different ways I wanted to start this post. All of them lack something. These days it is hard trying to establish a direction. It seems that I am stuck between ideas/plans/directions. The pandemic definitely came at bad time but when isContinue reading “The virus, the farm & life”
Tag Archives: A horse called Hank
Hank’s second month
The human that seems to be “ours” is acting strange. The scent of something hangs about her. It is not fear but it is close to it. I am not certain what is going on but I watch as people come and go. A few days ago a small one was born. She whinnied andContinue reading “Hank’s second month”
Hank’s Journey East
Horses remember things differently. My name is Hank and as you read in the last blog post I was uncertain as to what was going to happen to me and my friends. Most of my life was spent roaming vast amounts of land searching for food and water for me and my herd. It wasContinue reading “Hank’s Journey East”
