My Grand Dad was always on the look-out for good horses, or starving ones. A story was told at his funeral about a day when he and his friend were on a trip to get some feed when he saw in a pasture a horse whose ribs where showing. He investigated until he found the owner and ended up taking the horse home with him. He said, “Lay the feed on him boys!” My sister and I got a big kick out of that story. So telling of the man that he was. He did this more than once in his life. Now that he is gone from this earth, he has left his best-friends behind, and it is up to my Mother to make sure these friends are well taken care of. He had a barn full. I now see why he could not get rid of them easily. He loved them and became quickly attached. This is what happened to us the other day when we brought two of his girls home. Someone asked, “What are you going to do with them? Keep ‘em or sell ‘em?” Whenever we would bring a horse of his home, we would call to tell him first that we made it safe and sound, and second to talk about how the horse traveled and behaved once at the farm. He would laugh with total joy and happiness at the tone of our voices and the excitement in our words. The thrill he got from seeing us girls with his horses was immeasurable.
I know he was watching when we set them out to pasture for the first time. Free Birds! The emotion was evident. They stuck together. Their happiness, powerful.
Scout chasing them down.
Meeting new friends……
We will call her Shiloh.
And her Lady Lee
Catch Us If You Can…..
Fergie, Belle, Monty and Bobbi
I think we will keep them.
by Laura
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