Some things just plain make me happy.
You may remember this sweet old mare named Forty. We call her that because the number 40 is branded on her neck. Not the most original of names on our part, but hey…
Forty is a gentle old girl. We always hoped she’d join the Golden Girls, but she hasn’t. She follows them from a distance and has usually been alone. Two winters ago she hooked up with a mare named Sunny, but Sunny has left the pasture and Forty has been on her own.
She has the most amazing manners. She never pushes. She is considerate of everyone else. If we don’t pay attention to her, she walks away.
I find that bittersweet.
It seems she doesn’t want to be a bother for anyone -a trap so many of us females find ourselves in at times.
The past few days Forty has found a friend. It’s a young little paint mare – new to the pasture. We don’t know her name. Yet. These two are joined at the hip. And that is what makes me happy.
Forty has a friend.
I feel like a hovering, helicopter mother. So be it! In the pasture it isn’t good to be alone. Having an ally really helps.
We’ll see how long this little Paint sticks around, but for now we are all happy.