This horse loves me!

I feed him apples often when we visit Em's parents (where he lives) so he knows I am soft. He is 29 or 30 now which is ancient for a horse. He was a jumper so he is huge too. When I go in with him he walks into me and bumps me. At first it was a bit scary for me having had a fear of horses as a child (I rode them I was just sure they were going to buck me in the head and kill me at any moment). I had visions of this senile old horse biting my ear off or trampling me. Over time I've learned he is much more simple than that. He is just saying "Got any apples? Got any pears? Got any apples?" and so on. If it looks like he is trying to eat the camera in every shot it's because he is.


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A plum tree blown down in a recent wind storm. The horse is heart broken.