I was walking down a country road, taking photos of an old barn with sheep in its yard. The fence was an old, weathered wooden one, fitting with the barn. I was called out of my thoughts by a thundering sound and a distant person yelling. I looked up and a huge horse was barreling towards me. I had nowhere to dodge, couldn't outrun it, so just watched the amazing thing run. Directly at me. It pulled up a nose's distance from me & I had to look up.
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I am 6' in a modest shoe. He was huge. And it seemed he was up for a muzzle rub.
The yelling human finally caught up. The horse's name was/is Moose, he had gotten away, felt like a run, saw me and was hoping for an apple. She was amazed that I had stood still, apparently it was the right thing to do. 🙂
At the time, his friend was over 20; he was less than 10. But, holy Hannah, look at him next to the normal-sized horse.
Moose, indeed. And very sweet, if somewhat frisky. 🙂
@octothorpe LOL. Yeah, if it was meant to be that day, it was meant to be. I remember my thoughts, beginning with, "look at that gorgeous horse running down the road," to "it left the road and is running straight at me," to "I really don't have any options other than maybe throwing my camera bag at it if it doesn't stop" to "holy cow, I can't remember the last time I felt small." 🙂
Turns out he belonged to the B&B we were staying at for the long weekend and we became pals.
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