Spring brings warmth to the ground and with that I suddenly find sleeping giants each morning, not greeting me with a neigh but sleeping soundly as I walk down to the barn.
They almost look like beached whales except they have legs and hooves which they love to stretch out in front of them.
An eye might open as I pass by...
... but that is about all that moves.
Both do not move until they are good and ready.
With the sleeping comes growing for Dolly, she is just three years old, and for Charlie it is a chance to rest those old bones...
*Last time in Barn Stories: The Rope