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  • The northeaster swirled wind and snow around the mountain.
    The horses stand with their rumps to the wind.
    They have sheds and groves of pine trees
    where they could retreat for more protection.
    They choose to remain here, huddled behind my cabin.
    Their manes lift with the gusts.
    Sometimes they shift position as the wind direction changes.
    Descended from prey ancestors they keep their senses
    attuned to the presence of predators,
    they remain where they can be vigilant about danger.
    And they trust me. They consider me the lead human of the herd
    who will be aware of and lead them away from danger.

    Besides that, Hawk likes to paw on the hay feeder to bang an announcement that it is feed time.
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