Tonka lives in a barn with six other horses. They each have their own roomy box stall. They spend their days, solo, in spacious grass paddocks. Tonka likes individual turnout. In the past, he’s been kept in groups, and in pairs, but he’s never been fully comfortable. Tonka has issues sharing his space.
But he’s very happy to make friends over fences.
He knows all of the horses at his barn. They chat.
Ears flick, eyes roll, heads turn.
I’m sure there’s information being passed back and forth that I’m too human-dull to be aware of. Pheremones, odors, breaths, sighs, shifts of weight. There’s rich conversation going on here.
The other six horses are very large warmbloods. They can hang their heads over their doors. Tonka is a peanut compared to them. He rests his nose on the shelf. But he still takes part in the confabs.