||Thirteen years old|
||Libertyville, Illinois, USA|
is my horse Fargo. He is a thirteen-year-old Percheron gelding. I
bought him a while ago, although he has just recently come "home".
He lives where I work, at Lambs Farm, and organization dedicated to
giving developmentally disabled adults lead personally fulfilling lives.
I work at the petting zoo at Lambs Farm, and Fargo keeps our 28-year-old
Belgian mare, Byrd, company after her hitch mate died a few months ago.
Fargo is amazing. I trust him so completely, and he is as 'bombproof' as
anything. I can go up to him in the middle of the pasture and stand up
on his back (that's if I can get on - he's tall!) and he won't
move. He's not car-shy, and if something does worry him, he doesn't
spook or run, just freezes until the 'threat' is past (although I hear
he did have a run-in with an ostrich once). He was used as a trail horse
for camping, and his previous owners used to skijor behind him - I can't
wait to try that! The other picture is him bowing (for a carrot of
course). Hopefully we can perfect this talent so it doesn't require a
carrot, and I can get on him easier!