OH MY GOSH, Hubby is going to kill me!
I sit here in shock! … You see, last month, when we were all trying our best to save the two groups of mare pairs, pregnant mares and young horses at the Fallon Auction yard, I made the off the cuff remark, “Well, if you get stuck trying to place all 56 horses in time, I can foster one…”
Well, lordy lordy lordy, be careful what you put out there in the universe because…
On Tuesday, Shirley (the genius who organizes the rescues and places all the horses) sent a message telling me that the homes for the last 6 horses fell through… On Wednesday, I heard that 5 had been placed… One was left.
Today, at 8:44am, I received a text from the rescuer on the ground, Marlene, telling me that all hope had fallen through for the one last mare… today was the last day and Marlene was heading to the Auction yard to gather her and bring her to me.
OMG! Wha? Bring a horse to ME? Hubby is going to kill me and my big mouth!
CAN I HAVE A PHOTO OF HER? DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER?
Shirley sent two photos… One was of her hiding behind her Percheron mother… the other was one of her alone.
Shirley said she was pregnant.
They also said that none of the horses were halter broke.
Hubby is going to be even happier now.
But, I cannot leave a horse out in the cold when I have room. She has to land somewhere…
SO I RAN AROUND LIKE AN EXPECTANT MOTHER TODAY…!
I felt incredibly excited but also really upset because I’ve been trying to cut down on the feedbill here… With MT and the other 11, I barely have time and money as it is…
So, I beat myself up about it for about 5 hours… telling myself all kinds of things about ‘shouldn’t’ and ‘bad idea’… Where was I going to put her? I went through all the paddocks in my mind to decide the best plan… and then I ran to Home Depot to get U-tacks so I could fix the wire fencing… to make everything secure for a very large, half Percheron, untrained, pregnant mare.
What the heck was I doing?! Fretting.
I HAD TO CALM DOWN AND GO WITH THE FLOW…
I figured it wouldn’t serve the mare or myself to be all worked up about another horse arriving…. I had to come to some sort of peace with it. It was done. She was coming.
And then… quite oddly… I found 3 Praying Mantis bugs in very unusual spots today. One I nearly crushed as I leaned against the door jam. He was huge and brown and gave me the ‘what for’ when he realized that I had almost smashed him.
The next one was – wait for it – ON MY SOAP DISPENSER IN THE KITCHEN!!! How in the world did that happen?? I have never seen a bug that big in our house… And on the soap dispenser in the kitchen?? I took him outside – still on the soap dispenser – and took a photo.
The last one was hanging on MT’s gate lock. He was exactly where I unlock MT’s gate. Right there. I could not have missed him. Another big brown one.
So, I figured these were signs that I needed to chill like the Praying Mantis bugs. They take everything in stride. They only move when they need to. Perhaps they were trying to tell me to go with the flow. Who knows what amazing things could happen by opening my door to a horse with no home.
So, I relaxed and decided that I was done fretting about it. I decided that some wondrous good would come from opening our place to this homeless mare.
AND THE TRAILER ARRIVED AT 8PM…
I had told Marlene to let me know when she was on the nearby road. When she texted me, I hopped into my car to meet her and lead the convoy back to my place.
Marlene brought Sam to me in 2008. But she had a much smaller rig back then!
Anyway, she made it up my driveway and parked exactly in front of the correct paddock without me even telling her. Such a pro! She said, “I saw the gate open to that paddock so I figured it was the one!”
She was right.
GETTING HER OUT OF THE TRAILER…
The mare (nameless right now) didn’t want to come out of the trailer. Her mother and sister were in the front. She felt secure.
So we waited and waited. Finally, after Marlene had touched her all over with a safety stick, she asked me if I had a large halter. We were able to put that on her using the stick.
She seemed to understand (sort of) so I think she was haltered as a baby…
When Marlene pulled, she came out!
We shut the gate to the paddock, shut the trailer and they left! Marlene still had several horses to drop off in other parts of the state.
Earlier, I walked into the barn to get a water bucket for her and I saw Mama Tess cowering in the corner. I am sure she thought the trailer was coming for her. The last big trailers that have arrived here, have come to bring her to and from the hospital. Poor girl. I gave her huge hugs and love and told her that she was stuck here with me forever and that I was never, ever going to put her on a big van again.
And as I comforted my old mare, the truth hit me… the magnitude of saving all of these lives last month… I knew that opening my doors to this mare was the right thing to do. This girl is giving me the opportunity to give her life back to her. What a gift! Clearly, the joy is in the giving.
As I type, I can hear her calling. My horses are gently calling back. No one is fretting. All are calm.
It as if I can hear them saying, “Make like a Mantis, new horse, and chill, you’ve landed well.”