A toothy horse
We stopped over at the Durbanville Wine Valley Season of Sauvignon 2009 festival on Saturday. Although Jimbo here wasn’t part of the festival, he kept a keen eye on the proceedings while munching on ground-greens. I plucked this juicy, yummy-looking weed from my side of the fence and handed it over.
After only a few nibbles, Jimbo’s connoisseur’s tongue rejected my offering, and he instead demanded a couple of life’s simple pleasures: nose-strokes and head-pats. Horses are so easy to please.
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