Part one, in which I Am Brilliant.
So Wednesday I took that awesome picture of Cersei on my cell phone. I turned on the bluetooth, uploaded the picture, made a post, and forgot about it. Then Thursday or Friday I remembered the bluetooth broadcasting was still on, draining a little extra battery, so I turned it off.
Saturday afternoon I noticed that I had not, in fact, turned off the bluetooth. I turned off the phone’s ability to send and receive calls, which is on the same screen as the bluetooth. My phone had been a PDA-only for a couple of days. Woops. Turned the phone on (and bluetooth off), checked my voice mail, and got a cryptic message from my uncle.
I called their house and my aunt answered. I told her I was planning to come down Sunday on my way to the exam if that was ok? and she said fine. She didn’t mention him calling so I figured it wasn’t that important.
Part two, in which I Know My Horses When I See Them!
I always go see the horses first, then visit the house on the way back out. I’d dropped Cersei with my parents, so driving out to the horses was a little lonely. I was bouncing through the field adjacent to the horses when I saw a flash of something that looked an awful lot like the spotted mare’s flank in the corral by the barn. I briefly thought “Nah, that’s just a new cow getting acclimated in the barn” but it just didn’t feel right. I know my horses when I see them. Anybody with pets or kids knows what I’m talking about.
I stopped by the gate to the barn area and got out. Sure enough, it was her. She was sticky with sweat and pacing around, but she wasn’t dangerously panicked. I petted her nose, shooed her away to watch her move, and looked really carefully all over her. She had two fresh minor cuts on her legs but was otherwise just fine.
I got back in the truck and drove the 200 yards or so to the horse pasture. The other three were standing at the fence, staring at the direction I’d come from. They were obviously looking for the spotted one, but they were a lot calmer than she was. I guess they still had each other and that made it better. I grabbed a halter and lead rope off the gate and walked the 200 or 300 yards back to the barn area.
The mare (who really needs a real name) was very glad to see me come back and actually stuck her nose right in the halter. Then she walked, like a completely angel, the 400 or 500 yards in the 95 degree muggy heat back to her pasture. When we got close enough that the horses could all see each other, she let out an earsplitting shriek of joy and started dancing in circles around me. Champ and others hollered back at her so I took pity on her and unclipped the lead. She broke into a beautiful canter over to the fence and there was the most adorable reunion scene! Everybody nuzzled over the fence and smelled each other and it was just like a picture.
I told her to come here so I could put her back out with them and she let me catch her with zero fuss. (I really think the “go be a horse and see if you’re less of a spaz” strategy is paying off.) I walked her over to the gate, shooed the boys off of it, and led her through. I turned around to fasten the gate behind me and by the time I turned around, she was squealing at Poppy. I hollered at them, got the halter off of her, and they moved a few feet away to start squealing and kicking. Ahhh, horses. It took literally 30 seconds for them to go from “OMG so glad you’re back!” to “I hate you! Don’t touch me.”
Part three, in which All Is Revealed.
I went by the house on my way out. Stupid mare had broken the fence Saturday morning and was CHASING CALVES. She’s in heat, which is a decent excuse for horse stupidity, but argh. Chasing cows. That’s not cool. And double argh, that my stupid phone was off and I didn’t get the call to come help fix the fence. That’s the first time anybody else has ever fixed a fence for me, and of course it was my 70 year old uncle doing it! Oh well. He’s a farmer, so he wasn’t mad – livestock break fences; it’s a fact of life.
She was locked up by the barn because she is still as wild as a March hare for other people. She wouldn’t let my uncle and his hired guy touch her or even get too near her! It was kind of endearing that she let me catch her so easily. More proof, I suppose, that my long term strategy with her is paying off. She does like me. Yay!