Wally has also been relegated to sheltering outside the barn. Poor guy. His genetics stretch far back into the deserts and blazing suns of the Arab nations. He is light of bone and carries no extra fat on his beautiful body. There is nothing that makes him particularly well-suited to Kansas winters. But Wally is smart enough to figure if he must stand in the cold, then Ginger should, too. He often takes shelter out in the pasture, and because she cannot let Wally out of her sight, Ginger stands in the cold rain as well.
This morning, as soon as I was awake and on my feet, I looked out to visually confirm two horses alive and well. It is a well-established routine but made much easier by now living closer to the barn, and by the existence of the wonderful screened porch. It has been raining most of the night. It is cold and dreary and muddy, and though it is May, it is more like November weather. Through the gloom and mist in the pre-dawn light, I saw two horses in the same barn stall. Side by side, both sheltering from the miserable cold rain. I ran to get my camera to record Wally's triumph of charm and equine persuasion. It was a terrible photograph. By the time the light was sufficient to get a good photo, both horses had left the barn for their day job of eating grass.
I know better shots have been taken of Big Foot, but here is my proof that Wally is a charming genius, better than Rhett Butler.