The Texas Hill Country: Crawling with Mini Horse Farms
Egads, thank God my regular digital camera is too big to lug around.
On a whim this morning, I decided to hit the road and travel to my brother's lake house outside of Marble Fall, TX.
The drive is nice, with lots of hills, winding roads and new wildflowers starting to dot the meridian. But the best part is, there are at least three fairly large mini-horse farms along the way.
If I had a nifty little camera, I know I would have caused an accident trying to shoot pics of those fat little horsey bastards, eating their lunch close to the highway. They feed them close to the highway to drum up business.
I am 5'8" and a typical mini horse comes up to the top of my inseam.
They are often a little grouchy and too cute to smack after they try to nip your hand as you hold out a little apple or carrot.
But a herd of them from a distance is just about as cute as it gets. They think they are regular steeds, and they bicker with each other and gallop and rear up like they own the joint.
Even cuter are mini donkeys, because their fur sticks straight up and they look like 1980's punk rockers. They're a lot friendlier, too. Mini horse ranchers always throw in a few mini donkeys to teach the horses a little equine etiquette.
One night, I might get real drunk on tequila shots and drive to one of those ranches and kidnap me a tiny horse. I'll put him in my backyard and feed him tiny bales of hay and spring water.
And I'll put a dog leash on him, put a little straw hat on him and walk him around the neighborhood, with my new little camera in my pocket so I can take pics of him posing with the neighbor kids for $1 each.