Wild Willy

My boy turned out to be a true wild pony today, jumping all the jumps he could get his feet over. There was this massive tree trunk that my friend jumped over with her horse Chaplin, and Willow didn't even give me a millisecond to think about it. All his muscles tightened, a wild buck, and off he went, sailing over the thing, completely forgetting that he is a big fat draft horse.  

My heart was beating wildly of fear — and joy. Whoa, he nearly bucked me off afterward, but I stayed on to complete our wild ride. 

Very sweaty horses were returned to the stable to eat their well-earned mash and to munch on fresh grass. 

P.S.: Gave the mister a wee bit of a hair cut today (after the blip was taken), and myself as well.