While we were helping to put up the storm windows on the cabin, a group of horses climbed down a small hill and stood at the fence marking the boundary of the property. One, with a bell around his neck that clanged every time he moved, vainly snuffled for food in an empty, rusted-out trough. One stood at a distance among the trees with a very conspicuous erection, seeming to be quite ashamed and burdened by the weight of his unsatisfied desire. The two horses in the foreground of this picture monopolized our attention, chewing on our sleeves and collars, and chasing away the smaller horses (and one donkey) that tried to approach us. By the time we were back to the cabin, I saw - through the one picture window that was still uncovered - that they had retreated back out of sight to the other side of the hill.
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