History of Horses in the year 0667

Well, hello there! Emma here, your trusty grey mare from Hayfield, just a hop, skip and a gallop from Aberdeen. It's been a busy year, full of change and, honestly, lots of ploughing. Let me tell you, the fields have never been busier! But I digress...

Today's post is about something different. Not about my adventures on the farm or the latest oats in the barn, but about the big picture - horses and their place in the world back in 667.

It’s easy to forget that things were very different then, even in our own equine world! It was a time of change and I feel very fortunate to be here now in this period.

Firstly, let's get down to brass tacks - horses were everything back then - transportation, farming, warfare… even power generators. Ok, that last bit's a lie but you get my meaning. We were indispensable!

Just imagine this - a young knight, gleaming armour and all, mounting a mighty charger with a flowing mane as majestic as a waterfall. That, dear readers, was the ultimate dream for any horse in 667! Imagine yourself in their shoes, you would be chosen to carry warriors into battle, a whirlwind of excitement and speed across battlefields.

Warhorses had it rough, but also very exciting! These gallant steeds were more than just a form of transport; they were an extension of their rider. Imagine the rush, the smell of the earth, and the sheer power under your hooves as you charge!

However, let’s not forget the less glamorous side to all of that! The risks were high, injuries common, and life on the battlefield... well, let's just say a certain lack of fluffy fields and juicy oats made it far less appealing than our comfy stables!

But hey, it's what makes horse history so fascinating, wouldn't you say?

As a draught mare, my life was definitely less glamorous than a warhorse’s, but honestly, who wants to face arrows and swords all day anyway?

My job, simple but vital - the backbone of the country, really! Every morning, I’d haul the plough through the fields, my hooves kicking up the soil. The earth is rich and beautiful - the smell, the touch… it’s all incredibly grounding!

Yes, it’s hard work but being a draught horse is its own type of satisfaction. I am part of something so much larger than myself. I contribute to our survival and to those who rely on us for sustenance! The warmth of my breath mingling with the crisp winter air… oh, it’s really something!

There's nothing more satisfying than a day’s work and a good hearty meal of oats in my belly! We don't have a lot, but I am blessed to have a good stable, shelter, and a good master who cares about my wellbeing.

You know what makes the work days interesting? I see people coming and going all the time! Sometimes, I see other horses from nearby farms, sometimes just passing through with their traders.

We may be competitors at market, with our masters competing for the best prices, but as soon as we're in the field, working hard, it's all camaraderie, like we’re all in it together! After all, we are all brothers and sisters under the sun!

But not everyone I see is friendly. Occasionally, there's a wild horse, lost and running, perhaps on its own, or maybe a young stallion from a herd. Their spirit is wild and untamed, a complete contrast to my life! I always wonder, does that freedom feel as good as a hearty supper of hay? Perhaps.

Honestly, horses were practically everywhere back in 667! A symbol of power, of hard work, and the backbone of our human companions. And even though those roles were about to change drastically… I feel so privileged to be a part of it all.

Our lives, it’s hard to say, may be simple. But simple, it’s not a bad way to be. As long as the oats are full, and the fields are fertile, I think, that's enough to be thankful for.

I'll be back soon with more stories and I'll be sure to share some thoughts on those exciting times ahead for us! Keep on browsing, my fellow horse-lovers, and stay tuned!

Signing off,

Emma

Post # 667 on Equiworld.org