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This whole subject of peace seems to weigh on the minds of humans more than it
should. I really don’t understand what the big brew ha ha is about. Peace is a
simple thing to achieve. We have it at our barn, but we have a rather strong
herd leader. It used to be Dusty the big Morgan, then it was Ceasar, (yes, that
is the way it is spelled), the even bigger Percheron gelding. They
had two different leadership styles. Dusty ruled by terror and Ceasar by
enforcement of rules broken. By all rights and privileges, the title should have
come to me, and I guess you could say it did, but I am much too busy being a
celebrity to even care about stuff such as that. So now the leadership role
falls on the keeper.
She does a horse proud. In my 38 years on this earth, I have
never seen one run a herd quite like she does. It shouldn’t, but it works. I
share a pasture with a silly show bred paint gelding, by all rights we should
not get along, but we do. I think it is because it is expected of us. It seems
the higher the expectations, the harder we work to reach them. On the other side
she has two geldings and two mares together. They should fight over the mares,
but they don’t. Once again she has worked her magic on them, because she
carefully introduced them and set them all up for success.
The most bizarre instance of peace between combatants in our
barn is between the cat and the chicken. The little banty hen has been there for
over nine years. All the other little chickens have been eaten by wildlife. She
is the only one left. It seems that she has partnered up with a male barn cat
the same color as herself. It is fascinating to watch the two. They are
inseparable to the point of eating out of the same dish. This same cat also
partners and plays with his brother and they have been inseparable since
As I much carrots and watch all of this, I think the keeper
works behind the scenes to make sure everyone gets along. There is not a
creature at our barn that misses a meal, including the wild ones that pass
through at night. Now someone told me that breaking bread with another person
was biblical. I have no idea what that means, horses don’t do biblical, but it
seems too important to the humans. Maybe if they followed their own advice and
fed everyone and made sure they were comfortable, basically thought about
someone other than themselves, and expected everyone to respect everyone else,
maybe peace would ensue.
I don’t really see this happening. Humans seem to be too
caught up in themselves. Maybe if they gave a little of themselves to others
like the keeper does to us rather than trying to be better than everyone else
they would have the peaceful tranquility of our barn. Or if you just want to
keep it simple, feed everyone alfalfa hay mixed with cut up baby carrots. With a
dish like that, no one has time to fight; they are too focused on the good
things in life. I know when that is in front of me; I could care less what
anyone else is doing.
Well, now that I have solved the world peace problem, I am
going to mosey on over to my favorite shade tree and take a nap. This crisis
aversion stuff is exhausting. I plan to dream about cute little mares and baby
carrots. Look me up next time you need a problem solved, until then, Happy
Trails To You!
This was originally posted on Imagineer-ing. Steve has graciously allowed us to reblog hee for today.