Excuse me, ma'am, do you know where my friend is? If you see him, could you tell him to come back?
He's been gone for hours. Or at least it seems like that. It's very rude of him.
I worry.
Sweetheart, wait here. I will look for him and see if I can send him back to you. Hang on.
So Chet and I walked on up and sure enough, there he was. Having jumped the fence, he was ankle-deep in some very nice grass, and deaf to the pleas of the mare to come back to her.
You are a very bad boy. You hear her calling you, and you don't even nicker back. Naughty, naughty horse.
That's her problem. If she misses me, she should jump the fence and come after me.
I'll head back when I'm ready.
The Appaloosa's name is Hannah, and she was rescued from an abusive situation. She was being ridden at the tender age of 1 1/2, being very badly treated. It took months for the filly to even let Kathy approach her, so badly was she abused. Kathy's patience and gentleness shine through now--Hannah hurries up to the fence for hugs. Kathy brought out her inner sweetheart. As far as riding goes, Hannah's a work in progress. Kathy may come and work her out in our meadow, with no cars or distractions to spook her. She's welcome here.
Kathy gathered Rocky up and brought him back to Hannah. When we left, he was already eyeing the fence...boys will be boys.
I sure like getting to know my neighbors. Getting myself out on a regular basis is the best way to do that. Running into someone is a natural way to connect. And there are stories everywhere I stop to chat. Thanks for this one, Kathy. These are two of the luckiest horses in Ohio, living on Dean's Fork, in beauty and with love. They punctuate my walks and bring me joy.
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