Beautiful animals. Reminds me of the team of Clydesdales my uncle had when I was a little kid. He'd let me sit on the back of the older one, his back was so broad my legs and feet stuck straight out. Gentle as a lamb. I'll never forget him coming up to the fence near the barn and whinney for me if he saw me in my aunt's strawberry patch. He loved strawberries so I'd take a handful to him and he'd gently pick them off my hand one at a time, then lean across the fence and nuzzle me for more. If I told him that's all, he'd just hang his head and walk away, stop and look back once, then walk away. Talk about a guilt trip being laid on you.
I'd sometimes tell him to wait there while go pick some more, he seemed to understand because he'd stand and wait for my return. He was the only one that would do that, the other one was too rough. Kinda funny at times, the older one would smack the younger one with his head and make a gutteral sound. Suddenly the younger one would settle down and behave. And we call them dumb animals??
