Lucky the Horse Does a Walkabout

I was standing at my kitchen sink, blissfully skinning a bumper crop of tomatoes, preparatory to canning. In my zone, I was startled when my husband walks in and blurts out, “There’s a horse in our front yard!” My immediate reaction was, “Oh goody. Does that mean we can keep him?” followed by, “Say what?!?”

I gaped at him and he repeated, “There is a horse in our front yard!” I rinsed off my hands and went to look out the picture window. Sure enough, there was a horse blissfully grazing on grass. I went back to the kitchen, dried off my hands and grabbed a couple of carrots from the fridge. I went outside and slowly walked towards him. He raised his head, whickered, and went back to grazing. From a cursory glance, he was well fed and well taken care of.

When I was in arm’s length from him, I said, “Hi guy. What’s happening?” He looked up at me and blinked. Obviously, nothing was happening. I snapped the carrots into pieces and placed on my hand and held out to him. He began lipping my hand to get the chunks and crunched. I reached out to rub his neck and he turned to face me, bringing his face into full contact with my hand and if he had been a cat, he would have been purring. My husband stood on the front porch, aghast. He knew I had had close contact with horses in my childhood and youth, but I guess he just never realized what that entails. His largest animal contact entailed his Bassett hound.

In a matter of moments, the horse and I were buddies with me stroking him, him rubbing his head against me and both of us very happy. I turned around and softly instructed my husband to get me the length of light rope in our shed. Cautiously, he brought it to me and I gently snuck it around the horse’s head. I chirped at him and pulled on the rope and he followed me into the back yard. I fastened him to a post under one of the oak trees and then fetched him a big bucket of water.

“Beats me”, I told my husband. I had given him a once over. “He’s been recently brushed, fed; his hooves and shoes are recently maintained. No signs of any trauma, struggle, injuries. Mystery horse, that’s what he is. Mystery horse. He didn’t run heavy to get here. He just walked and here he is.”

Content he was well secured, watered, and safe under the tree, I went back into the kitchen where I could watch him from the kitchen window and began to again work on the tomatoes. A couple of hours passed and he was still there and obviously content.

The summer silence was broken by the door chime. My husband went and came back into the kitchen with a harried looking woman. “She’s looking for a horse.” His lips were twtitching.

“Well”, I asked her, pointing out the window, “Is that him?” She gasped and started laughing. “That rascal.” We went outside and the horse made a noise that meant he knew the woman. She introduced herself and said she lived in the farm at the cul de sac. We have a small neighborhood and at the end of cul de sac is a drive with a No Trespassing sign at the beginning. Apparently, it led to her farm. We had heard roosters crowing in the morning and several times, the soft moo of cows.

“Meet Lucky. He is a recent acquisition. Great horse, sweet as sugar, but he loves to take walks. We thought we had him securely gated but I guess he’s smarter than us. His previous owner said to watch out, that he could slip locks, chains, etc. and when he wanted to do a walkabout, he would. We’ve only had him two weeks. We bought him because his owner had health issues and couldn’t keep him anymore. Apparently, he is up to his old tricks.”

“I rubbed him. Hi Lucky, good to meecha.”. I handed the piece of rope to her and she led him down the road to her farm. I went back to work again. Looking out of the kitchen window, the space he had stood seemed strangely empty.

A few days later, I was doing the supper dishes and looked up. There under the tree, was Lucky, in his place. I laughed. I told my husband what was up, grabbed another piece of rope and the stepstool. He followed me outside as I fashioned an improvised bridle from the rope and used the stepstool to climb on board. “Uh, don’t you need a saddle or something?” my husband rather fearfully asked. “Nope. Got the rope, got a grip, ready to ride.” He watched in awe as Lucky and I headed down the drive and then down the strip to his home.

I had just barely gotten to the end of the little lane when Lucky’s new mom came out of the house, heading towards me. We both had a good laugh as I rode Lucky to their porch and climbed off. We led him to the gate of his enclosure and sure enough, that rascal had slipped the chain. I took the rope off and waved him back into his field.

I was embarrassedly thanked although I assured her, the pleasure was all mine. I walked slowly back home thinking of the contact with him, both physically and spiritually. Our hearts had chosen new friends. My husband once told me that our hearts chose our friends, not our heads. He is right.

For the past few years, Lucky has come to visit. He is a very sly horse and when he wants to walk, he does. His owners thought of renaming him Houdini. Considering the fact that he has made a friend who always welcomes him and spoils him with apples and sugar dipped carrots, regardless of the weather, a friend with a gentle hand who rides him safely home, I think Lucky needs to keep his name. Maybe I’ll change my name to Little Lucky.

My husband just mutters and shakes his head.

78 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. machinist
    Jan 08, 2014 @ 14:20:30

    She best be careful, your sweet character and gentle hand will charm that horse and he will come to visit often. Can’t say I could blame him.

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  2. machinist
    Jan 08, 2014 @ 14:45:32

    Ha! I was right. I lovely story and a lucky horse indeed. Thank you.

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  3. The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap
    Jan 08, 2014 @ 16:32:32

    What a lucky time with Lucky, lucky you! Of course I’m smiling so wide my cheeks are hurting. 🙂

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    • kanzensakura
      Jan 08, 2014 @ 16:44:47

      Awwwwww, if you were close by, Lucky and I would sneak away and come visit. He’s such a gentle sweetie and truly, amazing in his escape abilities. My husband said, somehow, you always attract the rowdy young guys, LOL. I was put on horse when I was three in front of my mom. I’ve never stopped loving them. I hope Kerry reads. I enjoyed his photos of the horses so much. I made him promise to let us all know he was back in Colombia safe and sound.

      > Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 21:32:33 +0000 > To: thspencer51@hotmail.com >

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  4. SirenaTales
    Jan 08, 2014 @ 17:34:50

    Delightful, thank you. Love your and your husband’s vision of our hearts choosing our friends….xo p.s. Your wide array of talent and skill is quite impressive!

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  5. Bill Hayes
    Jan 08, 2014 @ 17:43:35

    A lovely moment. What an extraordianary thing the relationship is betwixt Humans and horses. You chronicled it so nicely.

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  6. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Jan 08, 2014 @ 18:19:40

    A heartwarming story that warmed the cockles of my heart. Can you see me smiling. Horses are such naughty characters sometimes, but at least they have personality. 😀

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  7. Clowie
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 11:24:31

    That’s lovely! My biped used to have a horse and I think she would love to have one that visits like that.

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    • kanzensakura
      Jan 09, 2014 @ 11:59:08

      He is really nice. I think you would like him as well. My cat doesn’t mind him at all but is careful to stay out of the way of his hooves. Where Lucky lives, there are several dogs and cats, a couple of other horses who are not into visiting, a few cows, and some chickens. At night or in bad weather, they stay in the barn all cozy together. I like it when Lucky visits and I in turn get to visit where he lives!

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  8. JK Bevill - Lost Creek Publishing
    Jan 20, 2014 @ 04:28:53

    Reblogged this on Lost Creek Publishing.

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  9. David Emeron
    Jan 22, 2014 @ 12:53:29

    You mentioned this this morning! I and My Sweetheart both enjoyed it. I forgot to click “like” as a few things were going on at the time. Sometimes Mrs. Emeron does not “like” or comment due to sheer bashfulness. I, on the other hand, usually mean to do so, but get distracted. Great Story! Thank you. And thank you for reminding me of it.

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    • kanzensakura
      Jan 22, 2014 @ 16:38:25

      I am so glad the two of you liked it. I hope it added a nice smile in your day. He came to visit this past weekend. He is naughty and I love him.

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      • David Emeron
        Jan 22, 2014 @ 16:52:01

        I have some experience in dressage riding–otherwise known as the “watching paint dry” aspect of horsemanship events. This is one of the reasons why I smiled when you spoke of picturing Mrs. Emeron looking like Diana Rigg. Anyone who remembers The (real) Avengers will have an image in his mind of Miss Rigg in her English tack.

        Oddly enough My Sweetheart prefers riding bareback–as evidently, do you : ) I, on the other hand, being a Yankee, am naturally the Anglophile (in more ways than one, of course) and prefer the most traditional tack and attire…. And of course, I naturally enough prefer the most boring events–though of course dressage events are also the most challenging for all their apparent boringness…. : )

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        • kanzensakura
          Jan 22, 2014 @ 19:40:38

          I have experience with dressage as well and enjoy it. If I have to, I’ll ride bareback with no problems. I also do Western besides English. I’ve done several forays into the desert because I love it and being so alone, usually to catch some meteor showers. I go horseback, alone. With a rifle, a waterhole map, and some other basics and plenty of water, I do fine. It is most restful for me. I read Desert Solitaire ages ago and thus, the solitary forays.

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  10. David Emeron
    Jan 23, 2014 @ 05:44:49

    I just (re)read this to Mrs. Emeron as a bedtime story. She smiled anew and sleepily mumbled something about “any time someone chances upon a horse ride…” whereupon her sweet words trailed off, and she was once again asleep.

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    • kanzensakura
      Jan 23, 2014 @ 08:33:33

      The two of you are so precious. I can’t see my lad reading me a story. And yes. One takes the oppurtunity to ride a horse whenever it presents itself!

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    • kanzensakura
      Jan 23, 2014 @ 09:03:42

      The two of you are so sweet and precious. I cannot imagine my lad reading anything to me. I shall have to see if I can do another story for Mrs. Emeron’s bedtime story. If something pops up that is!

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      • David Emeron
        Jan 23, 2014 @ 14:25:30

        That would be wonderful!

        What I need is a lullaby. I am have an extreme bout of insomnia this morning…. (no pressure : )

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        • kanzensakura
          Jan 23, 2014 @ 20:47:40

          Go on You Tube and get Lorena or Aura Lee….songs of the Civil War…..one of the first songs I taught myself on our old pi-nanny in the front parlor was Lorena and years later during the Woodstock years, on a lute, heaven help me. but it is a lovely melody and a wistful song. Aura Lee, another wistful song. Both are meant, I think, to be hummed or sang to oneself, alone with a night sky full of stars.

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          • David Emeron
            Jan 24, 2014 @ 08:45:50

            I remember we discussed “Lorena” early on, did we not?

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            • kanzensakura
              Jan 24, 2014 @ 09:15:08

              Yes we did. I’m trotting it out again for you! it does have a lovely melody even if the words are said. I can remember my mother’s Aunt Pearl (who tended to nip a bit more than some) holding me and putting me to sleep with an old blues song, Trouble in Mind. i don’t think it was the song as much as it was looking up into her face framed with masses of black curls and the peace in her sapphire blue eyes.

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              • David Emeron
                Jan 24, 2014 @ 12:10:39

                Very nice. And a nice little vignette as well.

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                • kanzensakura
                  Jan 24, 2014 @ 13:02:30

                  She was a lovely soul but unfortunately, when I had a bad bout of the measles, one of her male friends called. She was supposed to watch me and tend to me and keep me from sneaking and reading. As a five year old, I didn’t comprehend the harm, only that I was bored and was in the midst of The Borrowers when I was taken ill. so….aunty and her beau had a little party, passed out and I took base advantage and finished the book that afternoon. and all these years later, my poor eyes remain damaged. But I’d do again, probably.

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  11. http://theenglishprofessoratlarge.com
    Feb 18, 2014 @ 12:37:26

    Being a horse lover all my life, I love this story. You and Lucky have found each other, and he is not going to let you forget it.

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  12. billgncs
    Jun 04, 2015 @ 00:11:37

    A great story – isn’t it a magic moment when you approach a horse, and they cautiously, head down approach… so powerful and magnificent… this left me with a big smile. Big charisma in a small package 🙂

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