County Road 21. Take one

I don’t know what a first post should say so I won’t try to say it.  I went out to the barn today to measure from the withers on Shorty the miniature horse. While there I became overcome with grief at the plight of the horses. Best friends. Separated five days ago because of the screaming in the night and bold attempts to take the friendship to another level. Many attempts have been made to sell ill-begotten male horse. He is currently available for free to a good home, although I foresee the day when we will be paying someone to take him. A monthly installment plan or something.

Out at the barn everyone seemed jumpy. Feeling stupid that I am not a horse person, Shorty and I agreed on approximate measurements, whereby I looked at his withers and measured the gate near him at about where it seemed right.  I had asked my husband about letting Shorty out again – how long can a mare be in heat anyway?  He said, forget it, we just need to get that horse off the property.

It all seemed so sad and wistful and I don’t know, I just know that after I measured the gate  horse (info for the latest person helping us divest ourselves of said creature), guilt took over. Just for a little bit, said I. The husband cannot help that he has no heart.  That his eyes cannot see the poor bedraggled animals. Confused. Wanting normal. Not knowing what to do. Innocent boy horse in barn while girl horse grazes depressed or doesn’t even bother, just stands there.

The rest is a blur . . . I let Shorty out – it being the right thing and all. They said hello rather quickly. Mare Misty turned and it became rather evident even to this equine neophyte that she was in heat in a seriously streaming kind of way. Shorty was rather quick on the draw, proving to the naked eye that in fact his diminished stature is rather no trouble at all to overcome with full size pony.

But this was not going to happen. Not on my watch.

I yelled bloody murder and waved my arms. They took off across the pasture for a little more privacy. Not to be outdone I ran, still yelling so as to ruin the mood, to get a bucket of grain. Thought on the way by to grab a broom. Couldn’t shake the warning from the vet that when she is in heat, he won’t take competition. He’ll come after you and mean to hurt you. So there I am, tearing after them in the field, bucket of grain in one hand, broom in the other. They slow down and I call their names, trying to change the tone. Communicate that we are one happy little family again and here I am out with a little treat. Not sure what even made me think to bring one out. Providence maybe.

Shorty noticed. His slow first steps turned into a dead run, so I dumped some grain on the ground and ran to the other side of the round bale. I wasn’t sure if he’d go for the grain or if we’d still be circling the round bale waiting for him to kill me when the kids got home.

He went for the grain.  I snuck back to the barn and managed to get the mare to follow me. Kept my broom though. Finally got everybody back to where they were.  Came in the house shaking. Took a while to get my heart to stop pounding out of my chest.  Still cannot find a chart that lists how many calories I burned this way.

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6 Comments to County Road 21. Take one

  1. Esther J Cann says:

    You have a pony? …and a horse? You really should communicate with the family more often. But as always I love your writing – you almost had my heart pounding by the end.

  2. Connie Beckman says:

    Michelle, greetings from Montana. I enjoyed your blog entry. I laughed out loud because I could just picture you with the grain bucket, broom and etc. Wow! You are so brave. I think your guardian angel was protecting you as well. Keep blogging and keep me posted. Great entry!
    Blessings,
    Connie

  3. Leslie Lynch says:

    Oh, my. You had me feeling really sorry for poor Shorty there for a while – and then gave an excellent description of how animals are, well, animals, and therefore not particularly moved by human reasoning! Glad you survived Shorty’s charge. :-) I am still laughing about the calorie count chart!

    Doggone fine first entry for your blog.

  4. Andrew Dion says:

    Great first entry. I’ll be following.
    Andrew