We would not have been more excited to meet rock stars. These fellows travel in comfort with a cushioned rubber floor and spacious stalls. What is it about horses? They were made to melt hearts.
"Hey, blue eyes, want a Bud?"
I bet you say that to all the girls.
His friends were quieter and more businesslike.
Each of the Clydesdales has his own locker, which carries individual harness, collar and bridle.
The wagon polishing was nearly finished.
My guy was the first horse out of the trailer.
The Clydesdales were brought out in pairs. First were the pullers, the ones in the back. They were noticeably more muscled that the others.
It was a day of Buds, even rose Buds braided into each horse's mane.
The Clydesdales don't wear apple baskets, and they don't have long flowing tails. But they were well decorated from every angle.
The employees in the malting plant had a contest to see who could come closest to guessing the weight of the two horse hitch with the wagon. After hitching the two horses, they were driven into the scale room of the malting plant and weighed.
Kat Metzger, who we had watched since she jumped out of her truck, needed a stool to help fasten harness and collar.
Clydesdale is calling "Wait for me!" as no one had told him about the employee contest. The preparations continued, each horse getting full attention as it was added to the hitch.
The front horse on the driver's left was the leader. It was he who was felt the pull of the reins.
"I was born to lead," he told me.
I believe him. The horses were calm, but clearly ready to perform.
Clyde and his men mounted the wagon.
The horses began their performance.
There was a circle drive that they drove around a couple of times. We all oooed and aahed our appreciation. The Clydesdales were giving us a private performance.
Their staff kept the street free of road apples, stopping to clean as they went.
Then, the drivers pulled the Clydesdales off the street and parked them on the side lawn. They were headed for the barley field. I will show you that tomorrow.