Saturday, May 24, 2008
I'm All Thumbs
I felt a little guilty. Me, out along the roadside, free to roam at will, equipped with useful opposable thumbs. This lovely bay mare, ensconced within a well kept, but grass-denuded paddock. How easy it would have been for me to grasp and tear off tasty clumps of wild oat grass growing just beyond the reach of her hungry lips. There were moments where I thought I detected a look of impatient disappointment that this crazy ape wasn't getting a clue.