They came out of nowhere—just wandered up from the treeline while I was tossing hay near the fence. No fear, no hesitation. Like they’d been here before.
The bigger one had a calmness to him, like he was guarding. But the small one? The little one kept tilting its head at me, blinking slow, like it was trying to tell me something.
But the moment after I took it, something strange happened.
The little one stepped forward. Right up to the fence. And dropped something.
At first I thought it was a rock or a clump of mud.Continue reading…
