I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!!
Today we join Two SPOILED CATS
Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.
Their clop, clop, clop easily traveling the miles
Happy to work, or play or just be.
Their soft neighs barely audible
The puffs of breath from their noses of velvet.
As I watch them prance I smile,
oh the stories to be told
By these gentle giants
with hearts of gold.
I didn't write poem but I did write about two times I actually saw these majestic creatures
In the mid 1980's The Budweiser Clydesdale Hitch came
to Raleigh. I don't recall the time of year; however, for some reason
they were to be on display under a covered deck in Raleigh's Cameron Village.
We arrived early for a good spot. We were eagerly awaited their arrival,
when all of a sudden, we heard the thunderous, synchronized clop, clop, clop of
24 hooves. They rounded the corner, we were awestruck by their beauty and of their size.
Their gorgeous chocolate eyes and quiet gentle neighs. Shaking of their heads
as if to say Hi nice to meet you.
There was a brief bit of info on them. Then if we wanted we could come up closer.
BOY DID WE WANT to. If I remember correctly, my 5'3" came to their shoulders.
Looking into their eyes it was obvious why they are called Gentle Giants.
Fast forward to our first trip to Busch Gardens in Virginia.
One of my must dos was to visit the Clydesdale Facility.
They were in their element....no duties except to be beautiful that they were.
Seeing them run about in their paddock with their feather fur blowing in the breeze.
In their stalls with their heads hanging over as if they were greeting us.
Several of the adolescent Clydesdale were about the size of a
regular horse.
as if to say Hi nice to meet you.
There was a brief bit of info on them. Then if we wanted we could come up closer.
BOY DID WE WANT to. If I remember correctly, my 5'3" came to their shoulders.
Looking into their eyes it was obvious why they are called Gentle Giants.
Fast forward to our first trip to Busch Gardens in Virginia.
One of my must dos was to visit the Clydesdale Facility.
They were in their element....no duties except to be beautiful that they were.
Seeing them run about in their paddock with their feather fur blowing in the breeze.
In their stalls with their heads hanging over as if they were greeting us.
Several of the adolescent Clydesdale were about the size of a
regular horse.
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