I have always loved horses. Parts of my childhood were spent on my grandparents farm. We had two huge percherons called Jim and Judy. Jim was 2 hands taller than Judy, but they pulled easily together for 20 or so years. They pulled the manure wagon from the cow barns several miles to the lower field. I really understood Joey's pulling training and later his big black horse friend.
I saw a lot of horse to horse communications, kicking back with a hind leg was not just to shoe away flies, sometimes it was,"What's taking so long?" and sometimes when repeated a few times was a request to clean out the frog on his foot or his shoe felt loose. Even though I was young he readily let me puck up his foot and scrape out a small stone and accumulated sand. He loved to let me stand up under his huge chin and smooth down the velvety underside of his head. His other feat was to use only his lips to take a carrot offered by children. One time he couldn't quite get it so he snorted out a big snort to blow it off her hand. He hadn't blown his nose for quite a while. I was covered in straw filled green goo was all down my front! We all laughed so hard that he nickered with us bobbing his big head.
Thanks for choosing this book. It has brought back good times I thought were lost. I'm only 1/2 through. The war.....