This choice: Horse sense and alive in a horse... • Go Back...Chapter #29Horse sense and alive in a horse... by: Unknown Reading adventures was one of my delights, but becoming bodily merged into the body and mind of a mature stallion is like entering the Twilight zone, only for real. Every move Bernard made was echoed back to me and my mentality. His very basic thought patterns were along the lines of what he either smelled, tasted, or as touched.
Instinct is just what it implies, as a smell enters the nostrils and is passed through the sinus Bernard reacts to varied stinking smells. Unlike a dog or cat that from their bodies being extremely agile, what they often tend to sniff or lick is not what my pal Bernard goes after. As of what Bernard would lowering his head and mouth to taste what smelled in a robust manner, the flavor of it striking my mentality communicated my displeasure causing a short lived argument.
Our being touched came from many origins, the windy breezes were often using the mane hair or tail hairs to tickling, making Bernard to shake his neck or flick his tail. It was a warm day when first I became in part a second entity merged with Bernard. The occasional dust devil of rotating dirt and wind did sandblast what was non-fur covered skin, tending to dry what was warm and sweaty.
Although one that first day and afternoon we, Bernard and I stood alone in a corral while waiting on my dad to return with whatever he could do or would allow about me being in part as a mature horse. Bernard had memories of both fond and spiteful times when mares touched his body. His mind reacted to how he was touched, causing various reactions, as other than his tail swishing the reactions were along the same lines as how humans might feel when touched.
That afternoon became a long waiting for Dad to return, as dusk came and then nightfall and no dad coming, we saw Farmer John come toward us and he snapping a rein to our head halter, we were led to a barn stall for our first night being as one.
Bernard seemed quite thrilled with his being put, placed into the stall holding his scent. Although he was more than thrilled and showing it to Farmer John, his new partner in life was smelling what to a human, no matter if young or old, the stall, stank!
Then came the usual as expected evening ration of mixed grains poured into a steel bucket snugly bound by a rope to the inner side of the stall door. Bernard was quick to licking, lap up the hard kernels of raw grains, a mix of rye, oats, and barley. Bernard and then myself, we knew that to him the grain was part of his welcomed evening meal. A thick square of hay placed into a crib made for hay fodder offered bernard something for him to munch, eating at it until a later hour or two.
Finally, it was very dark and we could see only because of the dim golden light beaming to illuminate the rear yard area behind the farmhouse and the front of the barn. I was a bit surprised as how well at night Bernard could see what was in the barn. He might see some movement or a sound heard, a scent sniffed, causing him to turn as stand and stare, he being very scared of the dark and from our thoughts I learned of his fears.
Farmer John owned four mares he entered into the state fair for load pulling, and judged as to their pedigree breed, how they stand and look being an asset to their kind. Even in the dark, Bernard knew his stablemates were close and via whinnies they communicated, reassuring one and another that they were safe from harm or attack.
When we felt each our own sense of being weary, Bernard folded down his forelegs and then tucked under his barrel-body those strong hind legs, did we lie down and slowly let sleep take us to dreaming what a horse and stallion has to dream, dreams.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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