Howdy Folks,
It started as all
our rides do, Kessy walking her wonderful soft shuffle down our path under tall
pines to the logging road, Saturday trotting behind. But this would prove to be
a more adventurous ride than most. Of course a little adventure is always fun,
so ride along with us.
It was cool, but
the sun warmed the tall yellow wild asters lining the logging road. Butterflies
enjoying the warm sun beams flitted about the pretty flowers. Kessy's shadow
glided along with us. Saturday is a bit off his game right now, so we did a
fair amount of waiting for him, which gave plenty of opportunities to bird and
butterfly watch.
Saturday leading Kessy and me up the trail |
We'd left the
logging road to explore one of our favorite side trails, and Kessy and I were
waiting for Saturday. I was engrossed watching a sparkling blue butterfly on an
orange flower. Kessy was close to sleeping. Without warning a large hunting dog
exploded from the brush, almost colliding with Kessy. Kessy spun to
investigate. Both Kessy and the dog were as surprised as I, then at a stomped
foot protest from Kessy, he dashed away. This is the month hunters around here
turn loose their hounds to run the big woods and get in shape for hunting
season, so encounters do happen.
Not usually
encounters like we were about to have, though. Back on the logging trail moving
merrily along, at a slow enough for Saturday pace, we heard a pack of hounds
behind us, yipping, howling and barking as they do when they are running on
trail. But it sounded as if they were coming our way. I turned Kessy so I could
look behind us, and sure enough that pack of about a dozen hounds was trailing
us. Coming at us with their best speed!
We were on a long
straight stretch of trail, the hounds were perhaps 500 feet away and closing.
They can outrun a horse, and in times like this there is only one safe
decision. I grabbed my hat, let go a loud holler, "Get it on, Kessy!"
and set her in a flat out gallop straight on for the hounds, whooping and
yelling. Saturday of course was a safe
distance behind.
We charged those dogs, Kessy's ears pinned, her feet pounding
the hard packed dirt road and me yelling, "Get 'em girl!"
The hounds
collapsed in a pile of yelping, squealing terrorized fur, then regrouped and
dashed back the trail. Fleeing, tails tucked and barking in panic. We ran them
until the left the logging road for the safety of the dense woods, then turned
for home. A hundred yards back we picked up Saturday.
But the morning
was still young. We'd heard the neighbor's goat had escaped about a week ago
and I'd been asked to keep an eye open for him. A nice year old Nubian buck
named Christian. They only had him a week before he set out on his own … The
neighbor is my sister, who needed a goat like she needed a leaky roof, but …
Now Kessy and I
have ridden up on bears several times, and of course often hounds, so when we
rounded the turn, and there stood Christian about 100 feet ahead, I was happy. When Christian saw us, he jumped with joy, and bleated a happy greeting. Then
began bouncing our way.
I reckon it was Kessy's first ever, horse
meets goat moment, because she launched into a series of twists and crowhops
that would have made a rodeo horse proud. Christian just kept coming, and
bleating. He was so happy to see someone!
I'm still not
sure I know how I rode that little explosion out, but I kept patting Kessy's
neck and telling her, "It's okay, he's your cousin." Finally Kessy
settled into a slow, bouncing, trembling walk, away from Christian.
It took a lot to
turn her around, and when she did, the goat hopped off the trail into the
woods. I saw our chance and hurried Kessy past him. At this point we were only
about a quarter mile from our trail through the woods to our barn. I wasn't
sure Christian would follow, so we stopped and waited … a safe distance ahead.
Kessy still trembled. Then Christian stepped from the woods to follow us,
Saturday behind him.
Kessy began to
settle nicely, in fact as we made our way toward home we would need to stop
often to wait for little Christian, who called out if we got too far ahead, and
Kessy began stopping on her own! Saturday stayed with Christian.
Christian
followed nicely even as we turned off the logging road, and it became clear
Kessy had gone from scared as all get out, to worrying about her little goat
buddy. At each turn on the tight brushy trail she stopped on her own and waited
until Christian was back in sight.
I called
Ravishin' Robbie to tell her we were bringing Christian home, and asked her to
open both gates on the barn so I could ride through and get Christian in the
barn. It worked beautifully, and he and Kessy stood together like lifelong
friends. In fact when I rode Kessy out to the mounting platform to dismount,
little Christian hollered and hollered from the barn.
We waited all
together in Kessy's barn until my sister came to take Christian home again. Kessy and Christian
are now good buddies and we'll need to let them visit often, perhaps even take
Christian along a ride every now and then. We sure had an adventurous ride, and
hope you enjoyed riding with us!
Gitty Up ~ Dutch
Henry
I sure did enjoy riding with you, Dutch! You have a way with words and animals, that's for sure. I always enjoy reading what you share.
ReplyDeleteThanks for riding along, Jodi! ... Thanks for the compliment too! You are quite the master story teller yourself - We love your Silkie novels!
DeleteWhat an exciting way to start the day, Christian sounds wonderful.Riding along with you each day is quite an experience to enjoy, I feel like it is a mini book each one. TY for the great start each day.
ReplyDeleteThanks Loretta for joining and enjoying our Coffee Clutch family!
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