Looking at me, looking at you...

I'm not a lover of horses.  I tolerate them.  I wouldn't harm them or wish them harm, I'm just not happy around them.  I know it and they know it.  However there's no denying their presence and this creature  was (I imagine) most unhappy at my intrusion into his lunch break .  He heard a branch break in the hedge and glared at me.  A threatening glare.  A sort of, "Who d'ya think yer looking' at" sort of glare.  I took my snap and dodged back out of the hedge.  Sorry horse. Sorry.