Breakfast with the horses

Something that is definitely synonymous with Kentucky are horses (and horse racing but that's another story).  The are beautifully statuesque and amazing animals - amazingly large that is.  From a distance they are beautiful creatures but up close those not-so pearly whites can be quite large.

Last year we took Colin to Keeneland to have breakfast in the Track Kitchen (a true steal if you're in the market for a huge breakfast).  After breakfast we wandered over to the stalls to see if any horses were out.  There were several and some nice trainers and/or owners offered to let Colin pet them.  He did and talked about it for months after.

Fast forward to this past weekend.  With the beautiful weather, I have a tendency to try to think of all the outdoor activities that I can to soak up the sun.  It was a brisk morning but we headed out to repeat our breakfast with the horses.  Colin talked about it the entire day before and right up until we got to see them again.  The kid has no fear because he wanted to walk right up to one and pet it.  We must have gone at a prime time because most of the horses that were out were getting bathed and no one offered to allow Colin to pet their horse.

There was one that was by a gate and we cautiously approached it.  Just as the horse revealed it's enormous chompers to bite the metal gate, a voice came from the side saying that he might nip.  Ok, that's all I need to hear, we backed off and admired the beauty from a distance.  Colin didn't really understand but the promise of seeing a little man (jockey) on a horse allowed us to move on.  We did get to see several little men and then we were able to leave without much ado.

This has become a tradition that we look forward to continuing with the next little one.  I can hardly wait for the day when one of them asks to buy one!