Blue…. that was his name. A large quarter horse mix that was given to my wife over 25 years ago. He was what horse people call a “creme” … he looked white with no markings, but when he was wet you could see his hair was actually a cream color and he had white “socks” on all four legs, along with a white blaze on the forehead. His name came from the fact he had baby blue eyes.
A large horse, 16 hands at the shoulders and a extra long back he weighed in around 1300 pounds. Very muscular but a big baby when it came to personality. He was all “wrong” for horse shows… none of his measurements matched anything, he would have been a “mutt” in the canine world. To us, he was just “Blue”, a pleasure horse that my wife loved to pamper.
Actually he was a bit of a joker, in the top photo I was down on my knees doing a close up photo of a strange flower that had popped up in the horse pasture. Like a cat, he was immensely curious, I watched from the corner of my eye as he “sneaked” up on me, pretending to graze. Closer and closer he worked his way over until I heard a snort and felt a wet nose on my neck. I turned my camera upwards and snapped off a couple of quick photos, then raised up to give him a scratch on side of his face (a favorite spot). Blue responded by giving me a “nuzzle” and quickly lowered his mouth to the ground and sucked in the subject of my photos, a quick chew, swallow and with a nonchalant look ambled off contently grazing.
Just letting me gently know I was in “his” pasture.
Blue passed away a few years ago due to a recurring cancer issue but lead a pampered and apparently happy life under the loving care of my wife. Here’s another photo of a healthier time.