#working horses

[kelpforestkelpie]

Jousting Recreation at Leeds Armoury, UK

[gospodarstwo]

[ainawgsd]

Got on the sky tram just in time to get a bird's eye view of the Budwieser clydesdales!

[theprissythumbelina]

Biography of a horse

This is a small piece of my current writing project for class. I ended up writing a Black Beauty-inspired short story from the perspective of a working horse in rural Guatemala. It is also heavily based on my research and experience working with an NGO in Guatemala this summer.

Birth Equine pregnancy lasts an average of 11 months, and nearly always results in a single offspring, called a foal. Male foals are called colts, female foals are called fillies. Foals are expected to stand and nurse within one hour after birth. My earliest memories are of my mother, and the family we belonged to. They were there when I was born. I remember those first few moments, in the shock of cold night air, my wet ears sticking to my head. My mother spoke to me in soft nickers, telling me her name, telling me that I was a horse, I was her baby, she loved me. She licked the birth waters from my coat, drying me slowly, as a family of humans peered over the fence, whispering and murmuring to each other. This is our family, she told me, licking clean my ears and face. I wobbled back and forth under her attention. This is our home. I blinked up at the sky. Family? Home? Yes, she said, our home. And I am your mother. I nickered back. The humans made soft sounds of happiness at my first nicker. I pushed my feet in front of me. They were so long. Get up, said Mother. She moved back a step. Stand up. I didn’t know how. I pushed one long front leg to the side, then a back leg. I pushed my others underneath me. Up, my instincts said. Up, Mother said. I tried. There were just too many legs. I toppled to the side. Again, she licked my wispy mane encouragingly. Try again.

for my friends to see what I've been working on during my hiatus

@thetruearchmagos @thatndginger @amaiguri @sergeantnarwhalwrites @jacqueswriteblrlibrary

[fly-tempest]

Bauer mit Pferdegespann (1900)

Friedrich Eckenfelder (German, 1861-1938)

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Happy and Fairfax, once a favorite white fire team of Engine Company No. 46, at 66th St. & 12th Avenue, August 12, 1920. Waiting in the wings is the motorized truck that will replace them. Some of their fans are on hand to bid them farewell.

Photo: NY Daily News via Getty Images

[bit-and-bridles]

Look at these very good and brave boys. They were insanely calm in the madness of Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras (someone on a balcony threw beads past one of the pon’s heads and he didn’t even flinch; bestest boy right there).Also this was lowkey the best part of the whole night for me and ohmygodsomanypeople.

(@ New Orleans, Louisiana)