I like to go out to the pasture, lie down, and watch for photo opportunities with my horses. You never know when they might pose real pretty, or cut up a little bit. Once I'm out there for awhile, they ignore me and act natural. That is, all except one.
Libby always seems concerned when she sees me sitting or lying on the ground, and comes right over to check.
It's really hard to take her picture when she's six inches from my face. (Look at those eyes.)
She nibbles at the grass right up next to me, and hangs around.
"Are you OK?" She seems to be saying. "Why aren't you petting me?"
She checks out every inch of my body; she's sure something must be wrong.
Finally she grazes her way away from me. But not too far away.