It has been a long dry spell where poltics over took my daily writing. Wildoats has missed me along with you. I originally wrote most of the story in the third person but then I didn't like the results so I'm in the process of rewriting in the first person. I like that better. A reader can feel and see what I'm seeing as I make my mistakes in real time.
For those that don't recall, since it has been so long since I posted. Wildoats is my horse that protects me, loves and is my best friend. I mostly call him, Pal. I can talk to him about anything. He easily answers yes by bobbing his head up and down. No, moving it side to side. If he snorts, that means he don't agree with me on a decision I make. A nicker is a call to me. Placing his head on my left shoulder means he either wants loving or he is in whole heartily in with what I'm saying. Some of the other ways he communicates with me is by his ears. Moving back and forth means he is confused and uncertain. His ears laid back and unmoving is a signal of danger.
Hope you are having a great day! Stay safe and talk back, I'm listening!
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