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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Barnyard Lull-aby

The Stringam Wagon Train
I suppose it will come as no surprise that I love horses.
All horses.
And therein hangs a tail. (Did you see what I did there?)
On the ranch, everything ran like clockwork. Cows were milked. Cattle, horses, chickens and pigs fed, eggs gathered, meals served. One never had to look at a clock to know what time it was. You could tell merely by observing the natural rhythm of the operations that were an integral part of ranch life.
But that has only a peripheral connection to this story.
I loved horses. And I was a natural with them. I could climb on the back of the most dastardly villain the corral had to offer and handle him with ease.
I spent most of my waking hours with the horses.
And some of my sleeping ones, as you will learn . . .
During the day, my four-year-old self was fairly useless. I wandered here and there, usually sticking close to the barn, but occasionally breaking with tradition and getting into trouble in some other area.
(Chickens and I have a history, but that is another story.)
On this particular day, mealtime was fast approaching.
Okay, we're back to that 'rhythm' thingy.
Now I could always be counted on to appear for meals.
The bell (from a genuine for-reals steam engine) would ring and inform all and sundry – including total strangers living in Timbuktu – that it was time for everyone on the Stringam Ranch to head to the house because something truly wonderful was waiting there.
My Mom was a terrific cook.
The bell rang.
People assembled.
No Diane.
How could this be? She was always underfoot. Particularly at mealtimes.
Dad began to worry. He questioned the men.
Had any of them seen her?
Bud had shooed her away from the cow he was milking by singing ‘Danny Boy’. A guaranteed ‘Diane repellent’.
Al thought he had seen her going into the shed behind the barn, where the horses were.
Dad got to his feet. This was serious.
He headed for the barn.
The horses could come and go at will on the Stringam ranch. Mostly they preferred 'go'. But occasionally, when it was too hot or too cold, and because they were--basically--wussies, and lazy, they would hang around under the shed beside the barn and eat the hay that they didn’t have to stalk and kill themselves.
It was to this intrepid group that Dad went. He could see tails swishing as he approached. Usually, that meant that they were there.
He approached quietly, careful not to spook them.
A spooked horse is a stupid horse . . . well, actually most horses are st . . . oh, never mind.
He slipped carefully in under the shade. He patted one horse and slid between two others, and stood for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom.
Then he saw it. Back in the corner.
Something peculiar.
A horse with . . . something on its back.
He patted another rump and moved a little closer.
The horses started to shift a bit.
Dad had finally moved far enough through the herd that he could see into the corner.
See the smallest pony, drooping in front of the manger, with a little girl turned backward on his back, her head on the wide, soft rump.
The rest of her in dreamland.
He had found me, but now for the tricky part. How to wake me without spooking the herd. If he spoke, the horses would surely work out the fact that it was a man standing among them and use that excuse to start running.
Or dancing.
Or playing chess.
You never know with horses.
He would have to take the chance. “Diane,” he whispered.
“Mmm?”
“Diane,” he said again, a little louder.
My eyes opened.
“Diane.” A third time.
I sat up and frowned at him. “What.”
“Time for dinner.”
Success. And who knew a four-year-old could move that fast?

18 comments:

  1. Ah...food. The ultimate motivator/bribe...

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  2. Wonderful and so glad it had a happy ending for your family. Can't imagine sleeping like that!

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    1. I remember it being soooo comfortable! She was a fat little pony!

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  3. Food is an excellent motivator. I suspect that sleeping on a horses back is (usually) safer than sleeping as a pillion on a motorcycle (something I did once or twice).

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    1. Oh, my word! I often dreamed of crossing the continent--just Husby and me--on a motorcycle. But I doze off during drives. I think I would have had to be strapped in!

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  4. Yep, you certainly do have a connection to horses. That's a great story.

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  5. We also had a genuine train bell from an old steamer. That bell ruled everything and you could not ever miss the bell.

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  6. I love the grace of horses. Any story that involves horses and a happy ending is a GOOD story! :-)

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  7. I've been known to fall asleep on my table right in front of the computer and sleep way past dinner time. But I'm not familiar enough with horses to ever try sleeping on one.

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    1. I can fall asleep in front of my computer as well! It's a skill. But I hope it is not a reflection on my storytelling abilities...

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  8. What a sweet horses tail...you see...I did see what you did there.

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  9. You must have been very comfortable indeed around horses! How did you get up on the pony's back? You couldn't have been very tall!

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    1. In fact I was small for my age. I must have stood on the manger and climbed up! Or maybe scaled her leg like a little mountaineer. Persistence is its own reward! ;)

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