Sunday at high noon I went over to the farm to see if Lilly wanted to go for a trail ride. Jack Frost decided to tag along. It was cold but the sun was so bright, all the horses were dozing in the sunshine. It was so quiet and serene. Only one brumby could not be found with the others. It took me a few minutes to finally spot her. This is all I could see of her with my camera on zoom. At first I thought it was darn cute. But when I called to her, there was no movement. None. In less than a fraction of a nanosecond, my heart did a blackflip and then began to race. Was something wrong with her? The second time I called her name there was surely a note of hysteria in it. Maybe not a note. Maybe a whole crescendo.
Up popped my brumby's head. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. Nothing wrong at all. Just a napping brumby, exhausted from two days of harsh wind and two feet of snow. Thank you, adrenalin, for kicking in and making me think my mare was laying dead in the snow. I closed my eyes and praised God. Or Allah, or the Great Spirit. Or whoever. Let's just say I was very relieved. Next time I must remember not to panic.
And then I had to take a thousand pictures, because it is just not everyday I see Lilly lounging on the ground, and even fewer days still when she lets me approach her that way. If Bill had been around with his camera, we could have filmed me climbing on and rising up into the air when she stood up, Lord of the Rings style! But he and Jackie K were over at Willie Gray's getting hay. And it probably would have been a clumsy video anyway, given how I am not even sure how to climb on a lounging horse.
OK, so I know this is not a flattering picture (big fatty with no ears), but the fact is, I was overjoyed, being able to walk all around my brumby while she just sat there. Clumsy or not, I wanted to climb on her back so bad.
Anyway, we finally made it out on the trail. Only we didn't actually go on the trail because Bill's road, unpassable by cars, was like a beautiful trail unto itself. Mother Nature had outdone herself, turning the landscape into a beautiful wedding cake.
Do you know the part in the movie The Perfect Storm when George Clooney's character says there is nothing at all like leaving the shore and heading out to sea? He says, Is there anything better in the world? I love my brumby like Billy Tyne loved being a captain at sea.
While we were out Lilly decided she did not like the unfamiliar object in the road.
Not so unfamiliar after all, Brumby! That's Bill's green tractor that you have seen every day of your life for the past five years. Still, Bill should put his toys away when he is done playing with them. He could give a mare a heart attack!
To be fair, I think Bill got a flat tire and had to go get supplies.
Looks like Bill ended up pulling out the big guns.
A cold but lovely excursion.
Hope my fellow snowbunnies are doing OK!