Oh, that is sad. I'm glad she survived. I grew up near a racetrack,
and the horses were so beautiful. And ... the whole
race thing was wrong. But the bond
between horses and people is pretty amazing. That's probably
one of the things that got me into the idea of farming and
living in the country.
On Thu, Jan 21, 2010 at 10:04 AM, Katrina Flanary <tigersmoondiva@gmail.com> wrote:
My grandfather had horses - I remember him having some trouble with a mare getting into the grain shed. She ate till all the oats were *gone.* There was a LOT in there. She got *very* sick. (very sick actually wouldn't cover it - she darn near died) I remember this clearly because I used to think she was "talking" to me. (She would put her head through the fence on my shoulder and nuzzle my ear.) That day was the one day I got to go in her pen and pet her without the fence in the way. (Generally we were *not* allowed in the horses pens because they were race horses. Racehorses can be "unpredictable" - because honestly - their training drives them insane....) I was ecstatic and horrified at the same time. I *finally* got to pet her.. but she was so so sick it was heartbreaking.
Thank you for that memory. I had forgotten it..
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