He’s of the colour of the nutmeg.
And of the heat of the ginger….
he is pure air and fire;
and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him,
but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him;
he is indeed a horse…
~William Shakespeare from Henry V
Not just because of the long wavy mane,
and bushy ringleted tail,
the feathers on the fetlocks,
the blackrimmed deep brown eyes,
topped with long curved lashes,
the glistening nutmeg ginger color,
the perfect parallel little ears,
the forelock that almost reaches to the upper lip….
The real reason to love a Haflinger horse is its nose.
nondescript not-sure-what-color noses,
noses that have white stripes, diamonds, triangles, hearts
or absolutely no white at all.
With hot breath exuding fragrance
better than pricey perfume,
lips softer than the most elegant velvet.
Noses reach out in greeting,
smudge faces and
The nose knows.