When I arrived at the barn this afternoon, Tim's grandson, Deacon, was there with his dad and grandfather. Deacon was "born in boots" - he loves horses passionately even though he is only three years old. (He and I have a lot in common!)
When he heard that I was heading out to see Abby, he asked if he could come, too. His father agreed, so Deacon tagged along with me, chattering a blue streak about the horses as we walked out to where the herd was grazing.
I whistled for Abby, and Deacon watched in eager anticipation as she ambled up to see us.
She stuck her head through the fence, to say "hello," but Deacon suddenly became shy and stepped back.
Spying the bag of apple slices in my hand, Deacon cried,"Give her an apple! Give her a piece!"
I complied (to Abby and Deacon's delight) and he looked on as she happily munched.
I asked Deacon to show me his cowboy boots, but he insisted that first he had to give me the handful of rocks he had been carrying around. I have no idea why he couldn't hold the rocks while showing me the boots, but I obediently took them so he could pose. (He is so cute!)
When all the apple slices were gone, Abby followed us back to the new barn. I felt a bit like the Pied Piper of Hamlin with her and my little barn buddy tagging along!
