Maverick looked very good in these pictures we took of him right before we took him out to the pasture. Maverick is being sincere and is willing for a few

moments to let us take a

picture of him and I. His silky mane flipped this way and that against the cool breeze. He was loveable only for a second or two and then he was spunky as a wild mustang eager to get to the herd in the pasture. The horses that were in the pasture behind us, wanted Maverick to come into the pasture. It was a sight to see because every one of them was whinnying for us to let him out. His coat

gleamed because I had just given him a one of the best groomings I had ever given him. His eyes sparkled in the midst of the bright sunlight. I didn’t want to put him out that day because I knew my work would be gone after he rolled in the dirt and mud, but I could just do it again tomorrow and spend as much time with him as I wanted.
I had to do an Observation Journal about something, for school, of my choosing and I chose to take a couple of pics of me and my horse, Maverick, and then observe what happened when we took those pics. I tried to do my best at describing what I heard, saw, smelled, and felt. Let me know what you thought of my desriptions and if you have any others just tell me and I might get a better grade. lol