The Daily Game of Hide n’ Seek

I play hide n’ seek everyday with Duke. I never thought ‘finding’ a black horse out the field as challenging. Well, I am wrong. Were it not for his white socks he would be nearly impossible to spot.

A close eye is kept on the horses throughout the day. They can get in the most uncanny trouble. A friend once said, “You could put a horse in a padded stall, and he’d still find some way to hurt himself.”

Duke rolled too close to the board fence one pleasant afternoon and caught his hind legs between the bottom and middle boards of the fence. With hammer in hand we were prepared to remove the boards. As we stood by him quietly he got himself out of that mess with only a few scratches, and a small limp.

He disappears then reappears in the field as if by magic. Our two black miniature horses are the same way, but they do not cover as much ground the way Duke does. They tend to stay in much the same grazing space.

The pretty white shining star on his forehead is also a beacon of light in our daily game of hide n’ seek. Last but surly not least, is snow. He is always a dead give away in snow!

Can you find Duke?

He is easier to spot against the skyline.
His white star and three white socks help me find him.
See him?
Can you find him?
His bright white star helps me find him.

He cannot hide when it snows!

The Tennessee Walking horse is a beautiful, well-tempered, smooth riding Gaited horse. He is our senior horse. I still ride him, though not far or long. I would have a whole field of this breed of horse if I could!

See his beautiful white socks and shining star on his noble forehead?

Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt—Replace

I suppose there is a little gypsy in all of us? Why do I think I need to travel to experience joy over where God has planted me? Oh, to take a trip somewhere…how grand that would be, I find myself thinking.

But this past week-end re-opened my eyes. My daughter’s baby shower was held here at my house. Hosted by my long-time best friend and her most capable, energetic daughter. How precious and dear it was. The room was full of so much love I could hardly contain it.

Where could I ever find a place to replace that joy, love and caring that came from these lovely ladies? There is no place I could go to replace these moments in life. My heart is full. Glory!

Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt—Moment

Wherever you are–be there.

I came across this thought a while ago and have held it in my heart ever since. It reminds me to live and be in the moments of life I find myself, sans the distractions that try to fill my days.

The cell phone is a daily culprit for keeping me from being there in my moments of life. Often I have found myself on it while ‘visiting’ with a friend, spending time with family, or sometimes out walking the dogs. Really? I ask myself. Just exactly where am I? Truth is I am on my cell phone.

I am allowing that device to steal my moments. Not anymore. It is put out of sight. It will not boss me or the precious times of my day. I will control it, not visa versa.

Wherever you are–be there.

Faith, Love and Hope

Faith, love and hope go a long way in this world. Even in the life of a little chicken named Sally Lind.

Chickens and horses get along well together around the barn. Chickens follow the horses around while grazing. They eat the bugs the horses stir up. They help compost the manure in the way they scratch through it looking for worms. It is a good set-up for the most part.

Horses move incredibly fast and sometimes even too fast for a busy chicken. High Hope came tearing into the paddock last week at feeding time, and Sally Lind was busy scratching around. She got stomped by High Hope.

I was in the barn and heard her squawk. She quickly limped into a corner of a stall and sat down. She was hurt.

I gently picked her up. No blood, her wings looked and felt fine. Nothing seemed too wrong, she just limped. I put her in the coop.

I called a good friend and long time chicken owner for instruction on culling her. But held onto hope, faith and love. She would eat when I set her in front of food and water. I kept her quiet and away from all activity and other animals.

About five days later I was prepared to ask my husband to cull her out the flock when I noticed a tiny improvement in her limp.

She steadily improved and now nearly two weeks later, she is fine and out with all of us! Such joy!

Yes, faith, love and hope go a long way in this world. Even with little chickens!

Lesson learned? Clear the paddock of all chickens before calling the horses in!

High Hope loves running like mad to the barn at feeding time. Duke will too, just not as often.
Duke is coming in nice and quiet, but that does not always happen.
Even the miniatures accidentally can stomp and hurt chickens. Raggedy wants his dinner!
Sally Linds first day out of the infirmary.
She is enjoying being out with everyone again.
Our grandson giving her sun-seeds.
She is doing very well. We are grateful.