Max is the small horse on the left. He is petite, antsy, and an Einstein in a horses body. Sharp is the big horse on the right. He is a kind leader, makes friends easily, and is steady.
When I see them together like this, I like to say that Max is Sharpies "Mini-me."
I think Sharpie sometimes takes advantage of the situation since he has about 400 lbs on Max. Boy horses have no shame. They love each other without social phobia...
But Sharpie can take it to another level and poor Max just must endure.
"I think I need a good scratch. Your back makes a nice cat post."
"Ah... That's better. Now lets snuggle."
"Oh, and can you swat the flies from my face too??" Thanks."
Gemma is out standing in a field of her own (hee hee). She shares the fence line with the boys. I was taking pictures from my kitchen window and she looked back as if to say, "Where is MY friend!!"
Later, after the sun fell to the golden point in the day, the boys were still standing next to each other just being horses.
Now they have a simple life. And that is a good thing.