Friends Off in a Field

 These two caught my eye as I drove by. The goat was following the horse. Something made me turn around and stop my car. I watched as the horse led the goat from one spot to another. When the goat was lagging behind, the horse would stop and wait, turning around to see where the goat was, patiently waiting for his friend. They seemed to be on a mission. I got the feeling this was not a chance meeting. They appeared to have a close relationship. Walking about that field looked to be a routine thing they did together. The horse was the leader, watching over his friend. The goat seemed appreciative, running at times to catch up.

Traffic was pretty heavy. First a tractor with a friendly farmer giving me a wave went by. Then an Amish buggy with a young couple and two little ones, curiously smiling, waved back at me as they continued on their way.
The longer I sat there the more I realized the horse and the goat were like good friends meeting up in the morning. Going for a cup of coffee. Catching up on family. Reading the newspaper. Hashing over the headlines. Talking about the weather. Having some laughs before starting their day.
Of course, their coffee shop was a field. They enjoyed the grass around them as they stood together. Of course, there was no hashing around headlines in a newspaper or catching up on families. Instead of talking about the weather, they experienced it, walking around, the horse in the lead, stopping occasionally to wait for his friend.
That's just something friends do, especially when out for a walk on a beautiful day, in a beautiful country field.

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