He grazes on his side, she grazes on her side.
Once in a while, he’ll wander to the fence, call for her, and she’ll wander over.
Sometimes she’ll call for him, and he’ll trot over, tail held high.
They’re learning to live without each other.
It makes me feel all the feelings.
My baby boy is growing up. I’m becoming more important in his life, and when I call to him, he nickers or whinnies and gallops over. He knows when I call, I come bearing treats and love and tushie-scratches. He knows that I’ll itch inside his ears and fondle his mane and hug his neck and he comes running.
He comes running.
I hear baby boy’s whinny when I teach lessons and I want to run to him, too.