If you’ve been reading the blog for a while you’ve met these characters many times.
And if you’re a new reader, welcome! Soon enough you’ll be on a first name basis.
I’ve dubbed them the “Herd of Oldsters,” which includes our two old sweeties, Bud and Pepper, Amigo, Red, Chickadee, Joe, Mama and Brio (the youngster of the group.)
Occasionally another horse or two gets into the mix, but on a consistent basis, this is the group that lines up at the fence for treats.
They know me. I consider them to be my friends and I think the feeling is mutual. As I hand out alfalfa cubes or horse candy, we talk. Well, to be a bit more precise, I talk and they listen.
Horses are excellent listeners.
I ask how their day is going. I comment on the weather. I hand out compliments, because who ever gets enough of those?
I recently learned that some of the other boarders have been watching me. Behind my back I may even be called “that crazy horse lady.” No one’s said it directly to me, but you know how you get a vibe? What I have heard is, “Oh, so you’re the one that feeds her horses out of the back of the car.” I nod yes, wondering briefly what they’re really thinking. Then I let it go, because really, I don’t care. It’s one of the benefits of aging. I’m much more comfortable in my own skin.
A few days ago, Red’s people were having a visit with him. He’s such a sweet old guy, even when he believes his own PR about being a wild and wooly Mustang. So there he stood with two mothers and four preschoolers fawning over him. He was the soul of discretion, and being so careful with the little ones.
But a small part of him was looking longingly toward me handing out goodies. He seemed torn – so glad to see his people, but hating that he was missing out on his share of treats. Even his owner noticed. “I think he’d rather be in the “cookie brigade,” she said.
That’s how our new nickname was born. The Cookie Brigade has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?
By the way, I think she was mistaken, because Red appeared to be totally grooving on all the special attention he was getting. It always makes me happy when one of our oldsters gets to spend time with his or her peeps.
Now when you hear me use the term Cookie Brigade in future posts, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.