His head is made from an upholstery fabric store sample, his mane from an old curtain, and his stick is from my Dad’s woods!
He has great eyes…which never miss a thing! Especially any wide open space to run in!! He has trouble remembering the kitchen isn’t for running…and has found himself corralled for such offenses.
His mane…well it’s pretty amazing…but don’t let him hear you say it because he’s pretty stuck on it already! He loves to shake it around in the wind and bask in its awesomeness!
He is a wonder of a horse…but sadly has never been given a proper name. Well…not one that captures him and inspires the adventures he’s capable of.
So…what do you think. What shall we call him???