The Whispering Horses
The Whispering Horses
Our friends live part of the year in Arizona. They occasionally invite us to visit them which enables us to escape a bit of the Wisconsin winter. This year we spent a delightful week in February enjoying the warmth and diversions that Arizona and our hosts had to offer.
Visiting the area where the wild horses hang out is one of the diversions our friends had in store for us. We parked along the road and walked into the the scrubby desert brush. What a treat! There were wild horses all around. We could see them in the distance.
They were grazing with their backs to us. They seemed to keep a comfortable distance from the frequent human visitors. If I moved closer they trotted further into the brush.
I moved closer and got flipped off by a tail!
Haven't we all heard of the "Horse Whisperer"? Well, I decided to try to be the Horse Whisperer myself. How hard can it be? You see a horse and you whisper to it.
I started talking softly and smoothly, such a sweet, sweet whisper, and slowly moved closer...
I got the evil eye! But I didn't give up. Soon my soft, smooth talk began to pay off.
This little guy looked at me over his shoulder and didn't move away...more soft, gentle babble...
I came a little closer all the while whispering my version of gentle horse talk...closer...
This horse gave me a bit of a mane slap but didn't walk away.
Closer and closer I came while whispering gently...
No longer just horse backsides, but horse faces looking at me!
They let me get so close. But I began to feel sort of silly when I noticed that one of the horses was whispering and eyeing me.
I whispered, he whispered. Was he mocking me? He whispered not to me, no. He whispered to his buddy...
So there you go! I thought I was so clever to whip up imaginary horse whispering skills. When the next thing I knew the horses were walking away whispering and chuckling and I again saw nothing but their backsides as they disappeared into the desert brush.
