Then one day, her owner decided he and his father could put up a fence! What a great idea!! They could put up a wire fence to keep her close so she couldn't wander off into the many dangers. They could hot wire it like most people do in these parts so it would keep her from breaking through the fence. The only problem was, there was no hot wire ready. Father would have to weld. Until he could, they decided to put up wire, along with some rope tied to keep the bored horse from breaking free.
The owner and the father spent many afternoons and weekends digging posts and installing a wire.
For a while it seemed to work. Plans were in the making to hot wire the fence and the horse seemed to enjoy being able to have more freedom, more grass and access to the bale of hay at any time she pleases.Then one day when the family and the owner came home from town where they went to school and work, they come upon this:
The horse...was LOST!!! Where could she be? How did she get out? Was she near by? Did someone pick her up???? So many things could have happened!!! There was not even a broken line!!
After many minutes of following the very large "tracks" of the horse (that would be huge piles of horse poo) the father found the horse in the brush behind the dogs that follows along side the newly growing wheat. ( Yes that shadow is me)
The horse was so happy to be free!!! She ran, and jumped, and bucked and skipped. She thought it was a very fun game playing with these boys and the owner and the father!!! She especially liked the green wheat growing in the field. The only way the boys could think to catch her was to bribe her with feed. The owner's brother ran to get a bucket of pellets while the father tried to hide the harness from her for if she saw the harness coming, she would surely run and run with no chance of catching her!
The boys knew if she wanted to run, there would be no catching her. They were trying to be so sneaky...
Distraction and gentle words keep her from running. I can see there will be a patch of fully fertilized wheat next summer. And no we will not charge them for the fertilizer...
The horse was not especially happy about having to give up her freedom with the wheat field, grass, trees and no fence but the pellets tasted so good and the owner, boys and father were so nice and fun. They petted her, and loved her and sweet talked her...
Until....
Until...
Yay!!! They finally get her harness on and lead her towards the pen.
They have to shake that bucket of feed to lure her close. She stops a few times, stubbornly reminding them that she is the one in control here.
The horse named Buttercup thinks she likes it better out of the pen where the mountains frame the background, there is all the wheat you can eat and plenty of room to dance and play.
The horse named Buttercup suddenly realized she does not want to go back to that pen at all! But the boys and the owner and the father are so nice to her, she can hardly deny them.
Grudgingly she follows them back to the confines of her metal bars.
Back to where all good horses belong. (Can I just say here quickly that this will be the only time I know what I would look like with long legs....thank you)
Not in the open field of green, lush hay framed by the beautiful mountains with a setting sun.
But in the safety of her pen where there is food and water, shelter from the winds and protection from all things that can harm her.
And the horse named Buttercup ate her food and realized that home is the best place to be. The place where your owner and the boys and the father bring you food throughout the day and you have water whenever you may need. Where she can be brushed and groomed. Room to roam and explore but safe enough to feel secure. And as the sun sets, she realizes how much she is loved but she will never forget the day she tasted true freedom. She also knows she has taught her people a lesson.
The horse...was LOST!!! Where could she be? How did she get out? Was she near by? Did someone pick her up???? So many things could have happened!!! There was not even a broken line!!
After many minutes of following the very large "tracks" of the horse (that would be huge piles of horse poo) the father found the horse in the brush behind the dogs that follows along side the newly growing wheat. ( Yes that shadow is me)
The horse was so happy to be free!!! She ran, and jumped, and bucked and skipped. She thought it was a very fun game playing with these boys and the owner and the father!!! She especially liked the green wheat growing in the field. The only way the boys could think to catch her was to bribe her with feed. The owner's brother ran to get a bucket of pellets while the father tried to hide the harness from her for if she saw the harness coming, she would surely run and run with no chance of catching her!
The boys knew if she wanted to run, there would be no catching her. They were trying to be so sneaky...
Distraction and gentle words keep her from running. I can see there will be a patch of fully fertilized wheat next summer. And no we will not charge them for the fertilizer...
The horse was not especially happy about having to give up her freedom with the wheat field, grass, trees and no fence but the pellets tasted so good and the owner, boys and father were so nice and fun. They petted her, and loved her and sweet talked her...
Until....
Until...
Yay!!! They finally get her harness on and lead her towards the pen.
They have to shake that bucket of feed to lure her close. She stops a few times, stubbornly reminding them that she is the one in control here.
The horse named Buttercup thinks she likes it better out of the pen where the mountains frame the background, there is all the wheat you can eat and plenty of room to dance and play.
The horse named Buttercup suddenly realized she does not want to go back to that pen at all! But the boys and the owner and the father are so nice to her, she can hardly deny them.
Grudgingly she follows them back to the confines of her metal bars.
Back to where all good horses belong. (Can I just say here quickly that this will be the only time I know what I would look like with long legs....thank you)
Not in the open field of green, lush hay framed by the beautiful mountains with a setting sun.
But in the safety of her pen where there is food and water, shelter from the winds and protection from all things that can harm her.
And the horse named Buttercup ate her food and realized that home is the best place to be. The place where your owner and the boys and the father bring you food throughout the day and you have water whenever you may need. Where she can be brushed and groomed. Room to roam and explore but safe enough to feel secure. And as the sun sets, she realizes how much she is loved but she will never forget the day she tasted true freedom. She also knows she has taught her people a lesson.The horse named Buttercup is not allowed to graze past the confines of the cold metal bars until that weekend when the owner's father hot wires the fence.
The End.
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