Yesterday during my ride I stopped by my two favorite horses, Harry and Sam. I have given them names, as they seem to respond well to those names. Especially when offering them carrots. They sit by the side of my bike path in Eldridge where they watch for me as they know that I always carry apples and carrots. I trained in Natural Horsemanship for two years in the high deserts of Southern California. Horses are social beings. They like to please. They care. A while ago I flipped my bike coming around the bend a little too fast and as I slid on my back across the gravel coming to a stop at their corral fence I heard their hooves pounding on the dirt behind me as they ran away from my commotion. As I laid there for a minute taking inventory of any damage done, scrapes only, I heard their hooves walking back toward me until I looked up and saw Harry, the one with the white star, reaching his lips down to my hair, nearly nibbling me. If I could hear a thought from him it was this: You ok buddy. Looks like you took a spill. And...do you mind picking up all those green apples you spilled on the road...? Yup, Mr. Ed is not the only horse that talks. No flipping bikes yesterday. Just a nice ride among friends. movingfastsittingstill.net
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 15:51:48 +0000
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