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Post by fantasykiger on Aug 20, 2008 14:26:49 GMT -5
I am posting this picture for Dara....  |
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Post by dara on Aug 20, 2008 21:31:19 GMT -5
Yep- this is my other horsey she is from a 1995 adoption when it came to Eugene for the first time. She was about 10 months old and oddly enough she was our first one we wrote down on our list of numbers, then not to long into the raffle we got to pick our choice and it was her, #80. We named her Ochenta(i dont think i spelled that right) anyway its the spanish word for 80, but i would always call her "baby" when i came to see her and it stuck. She is a first time auntie to the filly in the photo and i think she is ok with it.I have a good story to tell about you all about the days following her home coming. I will post agin later when i dont have screaming kids and horses to feed..lol
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Post by dara on Aug 21, 2008 0:16:18 GMT -5
Ok - back to my story, by the way this is on the heals of hearing and reading Argos journy.. the big grey stallion. I am so impressed with his progress and his owner. His story brought back alot of memories for me.
I was the usual horse crazy girl begging my parents to buy me a horse, trying to build stalls out of old lumber fencing and anything i could get my hans on. Mind you i was 14 when i finally got Baby so my building skills SUCKED and still do. I had heard about the adoption and had my mom help me look into it and OMG i could get my very own wild mustang for $125 dollars!! I beged and pleated, my step father who was not a very nice person finally agreed. He also built a log corral from the trees we cut from the place and built a very large run in shed off of that..good times. So we got all approved for the adoption and showed up at the site to pick out my new horse, we looked for a long time and had alot of numbers written down. We got our chance to pick the horse we wanted and she was the first one whe wrote down and no one eles picked her so she was mine!!
Well a few days mabey weeks(cant remember now) had passed and we had done lots of stareing and talking at her from the out side of the corral but that was about it. bY the way , we lived on 20 acers that was surrounded by BLM land and we had only a very large pasture fenced the rest was all open to blm land.
So very early one morning my step dad who was leaving for work noticed a huge pile of horse poop right before our large wooden bridge that went out to a busy with log trucks kind of hwy. Well it was my horse who was out. She had kicked out the whole wall of the stall and wiggled out that hole then found the open walk thru gate at the top of the hill...it funny how they do that. she was heading right up the mountain to the blm land. If you can only imagin me!! I was freaking out! i was losing my first horse to the woods. We tried to get up ahead of her to turn her back down hill, but our place was very untouched Oregon "rainforest"..lol thick to say the least. we had her corral open and gates down to the pasture open for her(we had high hopes) I dont knowhow it happened but she turned and started to haul a** down hill my brother, step dad and i of course could not keep up with and quickly lost site of her.
She was headed back to the house and in through the awaiting open gate where mom was waiting from afar to close behind her. So now she is in again VERY large pasture, we panting like dogs and me crying hysterical came the the gate at the top of the hill. I dont remember how we got her back into her corral but we must just done gentle cokesing to get her in there. I could not belive she was back in her pen! Her gates were closed and we all could not belive the morning we just had.
I have NO idea WHY she chose to come back but i an so amazed and shocked to this day why a wild horse did this she had the choice to be wild again and did not run...weired.. later That very day she let me touch her and that was the beging of our love for one a nother. She has soaked up buckets of teen age tears and let me sleep in her soft stall and listen to her eat smell her sweet breath on my face. I LOVE MY HORSE! I dont know why she came back down that hill that day but i am glad she did!!! Now that i am really cring, thats my story about Ochenta
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Post by fantasykiger on Aug 21, 2008 12:51:18 GMT -5
It is a beautiful story a wonderful story. you have lived every teenage horse loving girls dream to go get herself a wild Mustang and fall inlove ;D and to end up with a great riding partner. I tell ya' you are one lucky woman.
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Post by JoanMRK on Aug 21, 2008 23:12:54 GMT -5
Neat story! Cherish every moment with "Baby," horses / relationships like her come few and far between.
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