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Regards #4
Regards must have been worn out with being nasty towards humans. For her, it was a full time job.She slept most of the afternoon, even snoring a bit. This was from my boss as he was the one doing the evening chores.
I got busy turning the geldings out and bringing the broodmares in for the day. It would not be long until we would be changing the turnouts around. The broodmares would then be out during the daytime and inside during the nights as it was getting to be early Autumn. The geldings that were healing from whatever injury had happened to them during their time on the track enjoyed being outside. Most likely, once they were sound as possible, plans would be made to find a new home for them to retire in.
Jellino was so happy with his new vocation, he would tell everyone about it. He’s such a giant puppy dog; Big and he can look fierce easily. I loved him and I don’t usually care much for geldings. Jellino was the first horse who would give me hugs in return in my life. One time I was feeling particularly bad and I was in Jellinos stall, in tears , cleaning up pooh and telling him about it... I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing into his mane. He curled his neck down and back, giving me a warm hug. So sweet and it helped a lot. Once again I was shown how intelligent horses are and how they truly are sensitive to other’s feelings. I was just in the beginning of allowing horses to come into my mind, to learn from them, and to enjoy them honoring me by letting me into the real world of the horse. I had learned how to block the constant noise from their chatter. It was around this time that I was really getting into talking with horses. I was in my middle 20s and learning to learn, just like the horses needed to do.
Finally, I was done with the morning chores and time to get busy getting to know Regards. I took the carrots that I brought for my favorite girls. Cliché was waiting for me. How do horses make carrots sound so good? I bit off a piece for me, too. Grabbing my brushes, I wandered around to Regard's stall. She had not been outside since she arrived and she desperately needed to move. Not to mention that gawd awful stall. Yuck!
She met me at the stall front, expecting to get a carrot, but I didn’t give it to her right away. Instead, I slid the stall door open and took a huge deep breath of bravery. Stepping into the stall, those ears flattened in an instant. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath of me. I got a serious flashback of pain and a complete feeling of hysteria.
“ why? Why? It hurts so much! I can’t get away, someone, HELP!”
I didn’t have any idea why I was thinking that when all of a sudden, I realized it was coming from the horse standing right in front of me. She was studying my face as the tears began. I slid my back down the wall until I was sitting. I was sobbing for the dear mare in front of me who had dealt with so much incredible pain and fear. I remember saying over and over again that I was sorry. She asked ‘For what?’
For what they did to you… I now understood what happened. Putting my brushes down, I thought it was not going to be a grooming sort of day at all. Regards looked away like horses do when they are thinking or deciding what to do next and then took a small step in my direction. I thought that sitting in horse manure on the ground was not a wise choice of place to be sitting with a known vicious horse. I stood up and didn’t move, all the while ready to leap for the door in an instant. She was studying me as though she had never seen me before. So, I turned around in a small circle. That surprised her. She lifted her neck up , watching me closely. I explained that that way she could see that I didn’t have anything to hurt her with.
Then, I stood still, waiting. It was up to her to make the first move. I would either be bitten by those humongous teeth or I might survive. We stood there, looking at each other for what seemed to be like 2 days at least. Then she turned her head around as if she had a bit of stomach pain and thought some more. She looked back at me and took another step, then another and another. She dropped her head and sniffed my jeans, tee shirt, and hair. ( which by the end of the day, also smelled like horses.) Ever so carefully I raised my hand to her forehead and touched her. Man, those ears flattened so fast! I dropped my arm.
‘It’s okay, I’m not in a rush.’ That’s when I remembered the carrots I had. I slid one from my pocket and she must have known that movement because she put her ears forward, looking for her carrots. I moved soooo slowly with one in my hand (which was shaking at this point). She gently took it from me. Once again, tears flowed.
Not sad tears this time, but tears of joy.