My youngest took a horse for a walk in the forest this week. I went along.
The horse, Rökkvi, is a shaggy, black, Icelandic pony with a mellow disposition. We were walking along one of the forest’s old hunting roads when Rökkvi pricked his ears and turned his head to the left.
When we finally looked, we saw a wild boar hurtling through the forest parallel to us. The boar shot past us, made a 90 degree turn, crossed our road, and disappeared into the forest on our right.
Rökkvi’s expression: “I told you there was something.”
I haven’t turned the calendar page yet to see what’s coming up in February.
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