VERB/HOOF: Moving hooves.
General Bradley, Tomey, and Scooter enjoy a nice day in the back pasture, this past May in Ohio. (Tomey and Scooter are half brothers, but both look more like their sires than their dam.) Scooter is the gray with the really cute ears that comes up to the fence. Bradley is the older gray gelding towards the back, who wasn't at all interested in coming to see me since I didn't have munchies for him. Tomey is the bay. A year ago last month he had an accident, a slip and fall that resulted in his eye being punctured on the edge of a stall door. At 1:10 in the video, you can see his right eye is missing. Luckily, he is a well loved and patient little gelding and has understanding barn-mates and human peeps around. He sure hasn't let it get him down and seems to be adjusting to his limited range of vision just fine. (The background noise is the chicken coop being cleaned out.)