He sees in the dark far better than we do. If you’re ever out after dark on a horse, let him carry you home. He knows where to go and will get you there as safely as possible. You’ll have to help him by calming his fears, opening gates, etc. but he’ll keep his part of the bargain.
When I first met Gus (pictured here), I was drawn to him. Why, I didn’t know. Not then. But at the risk of seeming all touchy-feely and verging into the paranormal (not my thing at all), an inner voice said, “Your horse is here.” Out in the field the other horses crowded around (a potentially dangerous situation, by the way). Gus, who had been off by himself a few yards, raised his head and looked at me.
I walked toward him, drawn by a feeling I couldn’t put a name to. When I got close, he stepped around me a little, flattened his ears and snaked his head toward the other horses. They promptly backed off, even the great Belgian who outweighed Gus by several hundred pounds. In horse talk, he claimed me. I’ve been his human ever since, in our ninth year.
He has a generous eye, big and kind and friendly. In this picture, the rounded shape in the middle is my head. It’s a good place to be, reflected in the calm eye of a horse.