At my father's house in the mountains of New Hampshire, he has very few neighbors, but a couple across the street from him happen to have horses. 

They've had horses for quite a few years now as far as I can remember, some have come and gone, but since the beginning Ted has been there. (Ted is the front most horse)

When I arrive, I always see him across the street, either looking out his barn at the road as I'm coming up, or while grazing and he'd lift his head up and have a glance over my direction. He's always calm and relaxed, never making much noise or racket, just strolling around going about his business graciously, unless you visit him with a carrot of course, then he tends to be a bit more excited.

He's rather a majestic creature, always in good poise and trotting with grace.

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