Ohio 2011: Chincapin Horse Farm
Just up the road from the house I grew up in is Kirtland Hills, an extremely green, countryish township with wildflower-heavy pastures cut into forest, twisty streams and pretty vistas that look down to the lake miles away. The Chincapin Horse Farm is on one of these hills, and they keep a collection of retired and rejected horses; old swaybacked riders, skittish ponies, horses with healed broken legs and even a fat little miniature horse. Kit and I used to love to drive up there, park near the fence and watch them walk around.
I used to be afraid of horses. It was their bigness, mostly. One day Kit took me up there with a baggie full of oats and we hopped the fence. In the middle of the field, curious horses came over, one by one until we were surrounded by them, jostling to get some oats. It was a great experience.
J and I decided to visit the horses toward the end of our Ohio trip. We pulled up just in time to hear someone ringing a dinner bell, and the horses galloped toward the barn. It was amazing to hear in the quiet afternoon, the pounding of hooves on the hill. These are the few photos I managed to take before they were all inside for supper.
I used to be afraid of horses. It was their bigness, mostly. One day Kit took me up there with a baggie full of oats and we hopped the fence. In the middle of the field, curious horses came over, one by one until we were surrounded by them, jostling to get some oats. It was a great experience.
J and I decided to visit the horses toward the end of our Ohio trip. We pulled up just in time to hear someone ringing a dinner bell, and the horses galloped toward the barn. It was amazing to hear in the quiet afternoon, the pounding of hooves on the hill. These are the few photos I managed to take before they were all inside for supper.