Philosophical revelation: Go to a place where life is new.
|Born at the new barn, not even 24 hours old.|
Logistics realization: Where possible, move your horses together.
|You'll be just fine here, you'll see. You've got Gambler.|
Practical realization: Some horses know hay feeders, others, not.
|I don't get it. I am hungry. How is he eating?|
We rode to our new barn in spirit-lifting weather, dawdling and looping for 90 minutes, engineering to arrive with the horses a little worn out. Scout and Gambler went into a paddock together, and it became clear that for all her posturing and bossing, Scout is entirely dependent on Gambler. Nose pressed against his withers, she clung to him throughout their exploration of the new yard.
Emotional revelation: Wary Scout is so attached to her people.
|You guys are coming back, aren't you? Can you come back now?|
It was the best of days, it really was. As the sun moved west and shadows fell over the east side of the big barn, K and I sat together on an old park bench, bagging Equi-Shine and watching our horses reading pee-mails and patrolling their new perimeter. Next chapters are inspiring and exciting when begun together, for the horses and for their humans, too.