The Horse Came Back Alone

The Horse Was Not Alone

The horse came back alone, just the way he had many times. It all started years ago when my daily commute took me over a reservoir then uphill past a farm with rolling hills. Many times when I made my daily morning and even commutes there would be a lone horse standing in the corner watching me go by.

Strange as it may seem, If I was early he might not be there. If I was just a couple of minutes early he would be coming across the field towards the corner, almost a quarter of a mile. It was if he was coming to see me go by. So more than once I stopped my old classic British Sports-Car, a green Triumph TR3, and talked to the horse. We became friends. I thought he was an old horse and felt sorry for him, he had old-looking hair – sort of Salt and Pepper and looked like he was just waiting for the ‘glue-factory’.

But every day The Horse Came Back Alone. This happened for a few years, then just before I changed my job he wasn’t there for a couple of weeks. Thinking the worse had happened to him I was surprised when one afternoon he was standing at his usual spot. But he was not alone.

This time he was joined by one smaller horse. Between them, a small colt. And I really felt that there was a huge proud smile on his face, “This is my family!”

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About Mike

I'm an avid bicyclist, that also enjoys Kayaking, Nature Photography, Cross Country Skiing and Geocaching. There's nothing more boring than sitting indoors in "good" weather.
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