I realized today, on my way to work, that I take mental notes on all of the horses who live on my drive path.
It isn’t like I’m actually taking notes; I just look for them as I round the bends, etc. I notice their pastures. their shelter structures and their care – more than the houses on the premises.
Some herds are too vast – and I’m usually driving too fast to really make accurate friendships… but I do know ‘there are horses’ just up the next curve – that sort of thing.
If there are really distinctive horses, I always remember them. Like the older horse that always stands in the corner of one field. He wasn’t there tonight because I came home later and they put him in at night.
But, I always look for him.
These horses are markers and drivetime buddies. Often, I say to myself, I should leave a note on their car – if they ever want to rehome their donkey. Stuff like that. I never do, because I know these are loved pets, but I think about it.
Today I saw a huge hay truck going into the driveway of one of the large quarter horse farms… I wanted to hijack the truck. I think those things… like, I sure wish I could just make him pull into MY driveway…
Other times, I note simple, little things like how they hook their feeders to the fencing, or what kind of fencing they have or what kind of waterers, or what kind of shelters… I’m always taking mental notes of horses, horse properties and horse stuff.
ON MY DRIVE HOME TONIGHT.
I got off work late, so most of my favorite horses were already in for the night. But here are pics I took, while driving home.
I’ve never met the owners of any of these horses…