Sable Island Expedition – April 20, 2010

April20a April20b


April 20, 2010

It is 11pm and my stomach is in knots. I am scheduled to leave tomorrow and I really, really do not want to go. It is a process that takes place on all of my wilderness excursions. Today I had finally found the flaxen stallion. I was way out on the beach, having returned to the location of the ancient mast when I looked up on the hill and saw him grazing. He was standing high above a group of seven horses. This stallion has the most amazing copper coloured coat and light blonde, or flaxen, mane and tail. It is a stunning colour and I was determined to spend whatever time was necessary to get a good shot of him. I knew from last summer that he was very shy so I took my time approaching. I had nothing but time for him today. What soon became apparent is that he was now a bachelor. He paid no attention to the herd below him which now appeared to be led by a young dark brown stallion. “Flaxen” was a shadow of his former self. He was expectedly thin, as many of the stallions are at this time of year, but there was something lost about his being. His eye lacked its former life spark and he seemed depressed. Though I followed him for hours, he kept his tail turned towards me most of the time and never picked his head up from the ground. I returned to the herd that had once been his and admired a yearling colt. He had the same deep copper with flaxen mane and tail and he carried himself with confidence. I was pleased to see that Flaxen’s line would.

April20d April20f

Hit enter to search or ESC to close
error: All content is Copyright Debra Garside