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 …
Hank’s First Month
We were in a corral, a small area with high fences and an area that we could go under. I didn’t trust the thing. My herd mate liked it. The …
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 …