The Horses of SONG

The Horses of SONG are very much Characters in their own rights.

They were in the Story Line/s from the beginning and it quickly became clear that at least some of them would develop into something more than 'just horses'.

And so it was.

Visioning them from the get-go I saw big strong beautiful horses, as much 'larger than life' as our Characters. The first time I saw a photo on line of Percherons I realized that yes indeed they were the Horses of Song I had been visioning.

The other day I went to a shindig nearby, at a historic site called Boggsville (another post on that later) and one of the first things I laid eyes on was this pair of horses.

Seeing Percherons, the Horses of SONG, in photos and videos on line was all well and good, but I had personally never seen any in the flesh ...

Until I did.

I thought I was seeing things, frankly. Shook my head, blinked a couple of times and said to myself, "Nah. It can't be!"

Still, I was enchanted by these big strong beautiful horses. There was this pair of blacks (fictionally speaking the Blacks of Lairdubh/Perth), and another pair of pale dapple greys (the Silvers of Dunnottar).

And I shook my head again.

The Boggsville event was filled with folk from the era the Younglings are taking us into at the moment - the American Wild West days - so it was very much a step back in time for me the way it was. There was a Chuckwagon Cookoff going on so several covered wagons were on site, which definitely caught my attention as I want to make a facsimile of one. Most of the people there were dressed in Old West clothes, and of course the restoration of the houses at Boggsville featured living accommodations of the era. Musicians were filling the air with old songs from times now long gone (but for those who keep them alive for us).

And there were the horses.

The Horses of SONG.

I took a few photos and then finally asked.

"They're Percherons."

Having already fallen completely under their spell, and the thought already having crossed my mind, it still felt a mite odd to have it confirmed.

The owner of the Blacks (never did get his name) bid me get as close as I wanted, and so I did.

Harnessed because they were taking turns with the others providing carriage rides, still the powerful clean lines of them were obvious.

I come to about the shoulder of their owner (above photo) which put my face at about shoulder height (almost) on them. They're tall all right!

Yet when I stood in front of the one without the star on his forehead, he bent his head and oh so very gently put his face against my chest and snuffled quietly, getting my scent maybe. From behind it must have looked as though I had sprouted a pair of big horse ears from the tops of my shoulders. If I hesitated about being too familiar at first meeting, he did not. I could have hung out near these two all day but forced myself away to explore the houses and other things different folk had going on.

And I'm still kind of shaking my head at the sensation of having gone to Boggsville to get a feel for the American West days that I'm supposed to be writing about, only to come face to face with the Silvers of Dunnottar and the Blacks of Perth/Lairdubh.

*smiling*

Why I find that odd I'm not sure.

By now I ought to expect such things.