Riding during Spring in my neck of the woods often means riding in the wind. I captured these mane-in-the-wind pictures on Shiloh recently.
On an otherwise warm and sunny day, I can cope with wind, but it doesn’t make for my favorite riding conditions.
It is also hard to work with obstacles in the wind, even if you are just doing groundwork with them.
Bear realizing all his toys are blowing away . . .
It got me to thinking about some “horses and wind” quotes that I have read. That led me to do a Google search on the topic.
My research found me taking a global time-travel trip. Apparently lots of folks over the centuries had plenty to say about horses and wind. Read below what I managed to unearth on the subject.
How about you? Do you have a favorite “horses and wind” quote you’d like to share?
“Through his mane and tail the high wind sings.” -Shakespeare
“When the Almighty put hoofs on the wind and a bridle on the lightening. He called it a horse.” -Unknown
“The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse’s ears.” -Bedouin Proverb
“God made the horse from the breath of the wind, the beauty of the earth and the soul of the angel…May they forever run with our hearts….”-Bonnie Piper
“Horses are the dolphins of the plains, the spirits of the wind; yet we sit astride them for the sake of being well-groomed . . .”
“When God wanted to create the horse, he said to the South Wind, “I want to make a creature of you. Condense.” And the Wind condensed.”-Abdelkader El Djezairi
“Horses have hooves to carry them over frost and snow; hair to protect them from wind and cold. They eat grass and drink water, and fling up their heels… Such is the real nature of the horse.” -Chang Tzu
“Sailing is in the same vein as horse riding. There’s a beauty to it; it’s an elegant sport. You have to employ your intelligence. It’s technical, but you also have to take into account the natural elements – the wind, the water, the weather.” -Pier Luigi Loro Piana
“Ah, steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber? Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on!” -Nikolai V. Gogol