In truly remarkable contrast to my greatest fears- that poor lonely only Crispin would spend his first TWO WEEKS running around the paddock like a pony with his head missing, trumpeting and pitifully whinnying for all of his absent friends- Crispin has out done himself in expressing poise and equine composure. He has been peacefully grazing and engaing in such horsey exercises as sleeping standing in the sun. I apologize for having doubted his "equine-nimity". Maybe he finally feels (correctly!) that it's a pleasure to not have to fight for every bit of grain, or every flake of hay. And he seems to be enjoying the company of Bob's sculpture, too.
He seems to like his new house; Bob spied Crispin with his head sticking out of the stall, watching for human activity early this morning. So far so good! Here's another picture of the contented and relaxed horse. He made funny little snuffle-y whuffle-y nickers at me this morning. Just in time for Christmas... what more could a girl want??
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