Through rough waters, Blue Blue Sea soldiers on
Miranda Prather curled up on a rubber matt next to her sick horse’s stall and pulled a horse blanket over her shoulder for warmth in the late August chill. The barn was so quiet in the middle of the night. All she could hear was horses breathing and shifting about in their stalls. Munching hay. Sometimes a bat flew overhead as she listened in fear. Her gelding Blue Blue Sea struggled with colic in the next stall, hanging his head in misery, sweating and trembling in the cool air. “That night is one that I won’t soon forget. I had […]
