perchie.girl
RIP 1953-2021
Oh I have written about horses mostly prose.... My connection is deep and defies words... I have partnered with them now more than fifty years. My latest is in a retirement facility now with a twelve year old doting on her. She is Twenty five... I am going through some health issues at the moment... So I cant care for her properly.Cool! @perchie.girl I am surprised you did not mention horses...
Think I am gonna have to follow this thread so I can come back to it, read some of @Shadrach 's excerpts.
I am writing this now in the moment:
She follows me now through the halls and in the corridor's... Sniffing the air for predators raising her head high to see far... The stairs were no match as she followed me up... in the car she thundered to the side jumping fences as she needs. Her mane a rippling blur in the sunshine.
These were the thoughts I had while waiting for her arrival....
When she arrived on the truck I wasn't able to get there on time. the stable owner Came out while I was paying the shipper. She prattled on about how. My new mare was In Dire need of groceries and Biotin because her feet were in horrible shape... All the time the stable owner was talking the shipper, an Older rough voiced woman from Idaho, was shaking her head and rolling her eyes in the back ground...
When the stable owner left she said to me... "That mare has the loveliest curls and her tail drags the ground... There is nothing wrong with her wieight or feet... " I said thank you and paid her for the trip from Washington State.
Rocking Jolly Kateen was mine finally after three months wait. I went up to the stable area where they had put her and the shipper was sooo right. Mane that touch her shoulder foreloc that was covereing most of her face. She had come from a colder climate and still had her winter coat which gleamed in the sun... if black could gleam.
The sign of a healthy horse is dapples on occasion... I never expected to see Dapples on an all black horse... But they were there. She was running about sixteen hundred pounds from my estimate. A bit under what a fit horse of her stature would be but not skinny by any means. Her feet had flares from the wintering over... Some people dont trim over the winter... and where she came from still had snow.
Not a dang thing wrong with her... I looked in that eye under the mop of hair and there was a twinkling glow of that sense of humor the previous owner had told me about.
I had made a good choice sight unseen from a state far away... delivered by a shipper hired on line.... One that was an old pro delivering race horses from layup to race track.
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