Mother Sparkles and I spent Mother's Day watching The Mister and his cricket club play a match at a local farm. It's a working horse farm where they breed Percherons. I'd never heard of Percherons before I was aware of this farm, and the first time I saw the horses I almost passed out from the gorgeous. Percherons are enormous draft horses, built like brick shithouses, and, in my estimation, look like a slightly smaller version of a Clydesdale. 
I have absolutely no knowledge of Clydesdales apart from the holiday Budweiser commercials so I don't know how big they actually are, but they look freaking huge on television. They manage to be intimidating, regal, and graceful all while trotting sassily to the "Here Comes The King" song. I think the only way those horses could be better is if they wore diamond tiaras, satin booties, and passed out free gasoline.
At one point during the afternoon Mother Sparkles decided to take a walk around the farm. I decided to stay parked in my seat and finish my glass of wine. How uncharacteristic of me. Anyway, after a little while she came jogging back and announced that there was a foal in a paddock down the hill. Naturally I jumped up and started running down the hill after Mother Sparkles. (Anyone who thinks I would miss a chance to see a baby horsey is out of their gourd.) I hoofed it (heh!) to the paddock, stumbling and tripping all the way. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was my inherent lack of grace. Who can say?
After arriving at the pasture where the horses were grazing, Mother Sparkles and I gazed adoringly upon the lovely setting, held hands, and took in the beautiful scene.
Mother Sparkles: Do you see the little foal? He's standing behind the big horse, but you can see his big belly and his light brown fur.
Me: YES! I can see him! Oh my gosh he's so cute! It would probably freak the horses out if I hopped the fence and kissed him on the nose, wouldn't it?
MS: [rolling eyes] I wouldn't recommend it, dear.
Me: Boo!
MS: Isn't he cute? He's so small, and they're all so protective of him.
Me: He is adorable! He's got really big ears! I guess it takes time for the horses to grow into them.
MS: Probably. And his legs are still so short! But a lot of young animals take a while before they take on adult traits, though.
Me: True! His hooves are kind of small, aren't they? The other horses have such HUGE hooves. I know they'd be smaller on the young one than they would on the mature ones, but it seems like they'd still be kind of disproportionately large. And that his ears wouldn't be larger than the grown horses.
MS: Yeah, that is strange.
Me: Yeah.
[silence]
Me: Uh, Mom?
MS: Yes dear, I know.
Me: It's a donkey, isn't it?
I have absolutely no knowledge of Clydesdales apart from the holiday Budweiser commercials so I don't know how big they actually are, but they look freaking huge on television. They manage to be intimidating, regal, and graceful all while trotting sassily to the "Here Comes The King" song. I think the only way those horses could be better is if they wore diamond tiaras, satin booties, and passed out free gasoline.
At one point during the afternoon Mother Sparkles decided to take a walk around the farm. I decided to stay parked in my seat and finish my glass of wine. How uncharacteristic of me. Anyway, after a little while she came jogging back and announced that there was a foal in a paddock down the hill. Naturally I jumped up and started running down the hill after Mother Sparkles. (Anyone who thinks I would miss a chance to see a baby horsey is out of their gourd.) I hoofed it (heh!) to the paddock, stumbling and tripping all the way. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was my inherent lack of grace. Who can say?
After arriving at the pasture where the horses were grazing, Mother Sparkles and I gazed adoringly upon the lovely setting, held hands, and took in the beautiful scene.
Mother Sparkles: Do you see the little foal? He's standing behind the big horse, but you can see his big belly and his light brown fur.
Me: YES! I can see him! Oh my gosh he's so cute! It would probably freak the horses out if I hopped the fence and kissed him on the nose, wouldn't it?
MS: [rolling eyes] I wouldn't recommend it, dear.
Me: Boo!
MS: Isn't he cute? He's so small, and they're all so protective of him.
Me: He is adorable! He's got really big ears! I guess it takes time for the horses to grow into them.
MS: Probably. And his legs are still so short! But a lot of young animals take a while before they take on adult traits, though.
Me: True! His hooves are kind of small, aren't they? The other horses have such HUGE hooves. I know they'd be smaller on the young one than they would on the mature ones, but it seems like they'd still be kind of disproportionately large. And that his ears wouldn't be larger than the grown horses.
MS: Yeah, that is strange.
Me: Yeah.
[silence]
Me: Uh, Mom?
MS: Yes dear, I know.
Me: It's a donkey, isn't it?
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