The thunder of hooves when they come galloping down the hill into the barn. Or watching the geldings roughhouse out in the field in the evening. My old Arab mare and Percheron trotting across the front yard and hearing/feeling the stomp of his humongousness reverberate the ground. Releasing the mustang herd yesterday after farrier’s visit and them tearing up snowy turf…sending big balls flying off their hooves as they tear across the pasture, rejoicing in freedom at last!
I love seeing a horse roll.
and i love the low nicker of a gelding’s greeting, or the high nicker of a mare’s.