MissLia266

Crickets chirp, filling the air with morning music. I flick my ears, and hear the sounds of my herd waking up. The rustle of grass, the swish of tails, and the soft nickers of greeting. The goals stumble sleepily to their feet. Some of the younger ones flop back to the earth in a tangled heap as others start to nurse. Kurra, my lead mare, is bustling around in a motherly, orderly fashion. She spots me, standing half-awake at the top of a small rise, and begins to approach me.