First up is Blaze. Not only is he a horse, he's the elder statesman around here. At 30 or so years old, his days of pulling heavy loads around Howell Farm are behind him. Now he spends his mornings ambling slowly out of his stall, to the water barrel, and finally out to the pasture. He moves so slowly (the poor fellow has arthritis), that I can let him out of his stall, leave to do other chores, and five minutes later come back and still have plenty of time to intercept him if he's failed to point himself in the right direction.
I like Blaze. He's got presence, and a knowing stare.
