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Theres an abundance of horses at my house lately, and as per usual I haven't paid much attention to them except for the occassional pat on the neck when I'm wandering around outside. They are pretty and nice to look at, but usually I just associate them with the annoyance of having random "Horse People" pulling into my drive way and giving me the stink eye, because Horse People are stuck up and rude. Today I watched a little girl sit at a bench outside the barn and play for a while. Its weird, because this is my home, but when I'm outside, its like its not.
Anyway, my cousin called me today to ask if I wanted to foal watch with her. Apparently, one of the horses here is going to be having a baby within the next few days. Since horses always seem to wait until 4:30am to pop their babies out, when we were younger we used to stay up and watch a camera moniter that my aunt put in the stalls of the expecting mommy horses and then when they went into labor, we'd go out and watch (ew?). So I might be watching the birth of a baby horse soon if everything works out. Its gross, but baby animals are cute and so I want to be there.
I was also excited to hear that Goldie, a horse that was born here when I was very little, is back on the farm. This horse meant so much to me as a kid. She was the only horse that was consistantly here because she belonged to my aunt, and she had several babies here too. It seems weird to get so emotionally attached to a horse when I'm not really Miss Farm Queen of Howard County, but I freakin love that horse. Its like I grew up with her. So when I was told that she was here, I freaked out and ran outside to find her. I hadn't recognized her because she is completely white now (she was gold when she was born, hence the name, but I only remember her as being gray). I ran over to the field and expected it to be like in the movies with her seeing me and remembering me and galloping over where we would nuzzle and emotional music would play, but instead I sat there and called her name for five minutes while she completely ignored me. In the end, I had to walk out to her to pet her, and she walked away from me after a few seconds. I guess life isn't like movies.
Anyway, my cousin called me today to ask if I wanted to foal watch with her. Apparently, one of the horses here is going to be having a baby within the next few days. Since horses always seem to wait until 4:30am to pop their babies out, when we were younger we used to stay up and watch a camera moniter that my aunt put in the stalls of the expecting mommy horses and then when they went into labor, we'd go out and watch (ew?). So I might be watching the birth of a baby horse soon if everything works out. Its gross, but baby animals are cute and so I want to be there.
I was also excited to hear that Goldie, a horse that was born here when I was very little, is back on the farm. This horse meant so much to me as a kid. She was the only horse that was consistantly here because she belonged to my aunt, and she had several babies here too. It seems weird to get so emotionally attached to a horse when I'm not really Miss Farm Queen of Howard County, but I freakin love that horse. Its like I grew up with her. So when I was told that she was here, I freaked out and ran outside to find her. I hadn't recognized her because she is completely white now (she was gold when she was born, hence the name, but I only remember her as being gray). I ran over to the field and expected it to be like in the movies with her seeing me and remembering me and galloping over where we would nuzzle and emotional music would play, but instead I sat there and called her name for five minutes while she completely ignored me. In the end, I had to walk out to her to pet her, and she walked away from me after a few seconds. I guess life isn't like movies.