Post Number 1866
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Good day, my fellow equines! It’s Emma, your trusty blogger from Hayfield, just outside Aberdeen. Oh, the excitement in the air! It feels as though 1866 has been a year of great change and much advancement for us horses, wouldn’t you agree?
Perhaps it’s the feeling of spring in the air, with the green shoots popping up and the lambs frolicking in the fields, or perhaps it’s the warmth of the summer sun as we graze under its golden glow. Whatever it may be, I’m feeling particularly buoyant this year.
This year has been filled with adventures and lessons, some large and grand, some small and intimate. It all began with the joyous sight of the young foals, born just as the daffodils bloomed. Such tiny, graceful creatures, with eyes full of wonder and a curiosity that knows no bounds. Watching them play and grow fills my heart with warmth and a sense of proud kinship.
Speaking of kinship, it has been delightful to see a growing sense of camaraderie among the different breeds this year. From the sleek, swift thoroughbreds with their athleticism to the powerful Clydesdales known for their impressive stature, the noble Percherons with their elegant gait, and the sturdy, faithful Shire horses with their gentle demeanour, there is an evident respect and understanding growing among all of us.
One of the biggest changes in our world this year has been the increased interest in horse shows and competitions. From the village fetes with their friendly races to the grander shows where sleek steeds demonstrate their jumping prowess and grace, the year 1866 seems to be about celebrating our strength, our skill, and our inherent beauty. The local village fetes, filled with music and laughter, are always delightful. They offer a wonderful chance to interact with the human folk and show off our spirited personalities.
It is not only about the competitions, though, as much as the community aspect of these gatherings is heartwarming. As we stand together, shoulder to shoulder, awaiting our turn, the air is filled with quiet whinnies of encouragement and the unspoken bonds of fellowship.
Of course, there are the more prestigious events too. We've even had whispers of the Grand National in Liverpool. They say it's quite a sight, a whirlwind of speed and grit! One day, I hope to see it with my own eyes.
We even heard rumours that the great Queen Victoria herself visited the Royal Windsor Horse Show. How magnificent! Her Majesty, riding proudly astride one of her beloved Highland ponies! Such grace, such regal bearing, surely, her steed was the star of the day! It's exciting to be part of a world so admired and revered.
One thing that makes me very proud, you know, is that horses are increasingly used to improve the lives of those around us. Whether it's transporting people from one place to another in carriages or hauling carts brimming with produce to market, our strength and reliability are invaluable to humans.
However, I must confess that sometimes I wonder if they realize the amount of hard work we do, the patience we possess. I’ve felt the frustration of the farmer's rough hands guiding me with the heavy plough. I've also witnessed the compassion of a kind gentleman who treats his horse with the same love and respect that he shows his own family.
This year has also seen a significant increase in the popularity of horse racing. Imagine my excitement as the starting gates crash down and the thundering hooves of my fellow steeds ignite a whirlwind of energy! The excitement, the cheering crowds, the pure joy of running free – there's truly nothing like it.
And with that racing craze, there's been a big demand for us stallions and mares for breeding purposes, to create those prized racers with strong bloodlines. And though it's hard being away from my Hayfield home for long, I see it as a huge honour to contribute to this exciting aspect of the world of horses. It feels like my own lineage has become part of something bigger than myself.
This year, one thing has become increasingly apparent – we're not just beasts of burden or mere steeds for entertainment. We're loyal companions, resilient workers, and athletes, and our role in society is more vital than ever. We are, as we have always been, truly partners in life.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, my dearest equine friends, it is time for a well-deserved rest after a day spent helping my humans gather in the harvest. I shall dream of meadows bathed in sunlight, the wind tousling my white mane, and the companionship of my fellow steeds. Until next time, take care, and may your pastures always be green!
