Such a lovely equine face.
Thanks for sharing all of these.

I remember driving through Willow Glen on my way back from one of my weekly hikes and having to check speed when a horse came trotting (and I think it really was trotting, although I don’t know my gaits) proudly out of a driveway, head up, and started briskly down the street. All the traffic slowed, and people peered puzzledly at the horse. A moment later, a fellow carrying a bridle came pelting out of the same gate, sprinting after the horse. That, of course, made it a game, and the horse, tossing its head in what even a non-horsey person like me could identify as a laugh, “jogged” along. Various people made half-hearted attempts to stop the horse, but it wasn’t until another horse, hobnobbing over a fence with a small knot of chatting people, that it even slowed down. It did exactly this, nuzzling and greeting the other horse, and a bicyclist put his bike sideways until the horse’s owner, by now very out of breath, caught up. I was very struck by the horse’s awareness of traffic etiquette—it kept an eye on the vehicles around it just as an alert driver should—and its complacent assumption that all those drivers knew what they were doing. I also laughed my head off.

hahahahaha! Great story!

Horses have senses of humor, to be certain. Sometimes, evil ones.