While I have briefly mentioned her in other posts, my dear girl Sierra needs one of her own.
Sierra is my horse. She is a rescue and is better at reading people than any human I know. She can be raw stubborness and angst when I ride her but set a new rider or child on her and she gentle as a lullaby.
Another thing about Sierra, she is a GIANT horse. Her breed is Percheron, a draft horse originally bred in France for wars back in medieval times. This means that her hooves are bigger than dinner plates, her butt is the size of a small car, and her hood looks like it belongs on a dinosaur.
I have to do the splits to sit on her and if she does spook, which is rare, it takes a good few feet of sliding before I ever come close to sliding off of her back.
She is so big that you can feel the ground trembling when she runs. My mom and I have even looked for thunder clouds when her stomch growls, but that’s less flattering, sorry Sierra.
I don’t have a specific story to tell about Sierra right now, but she raised me and I owe her a lot of my personality traits. She taught me to be stubborn, though she still far outranks me in this. She taught me to listen, not to her rumbling stomach but the kind of subtle hints that horse talk with. And she taught me to be tough, climbing back on after crashing or staying calm when she steps on me.
Sierra radiates a tough kindness that let me ride angry during my teenage years and let me trust her endlessly with young or frightened cargo.
Here’s to many more years , Sierra my dinosaur.
Yes, Clyde really is a real-life camel. Every year my church used to host a live nativity at Christmas time, complete with donkeys, the village of Bethlehem, and Clyde the Camel.
He was a famous camel that was hired every year to stand by the wiseman and was the largest advertising ploy.
I loved Clyde the Camel. He was huge, awkward, and had weird lips. But my favorite memory of Clyde the Camel has to do with a small baby.
I was holding said small baby, whom we shall adress as Small Baby for the purpose of this story, when Small Baby lifted his binky in the air and waved it in the large camels face. Naturally, Clyde ate it. Wrapped his weird lips around it and it was gone.
Both I and Small Baby were so shocked that we did nothing for several long moments. This long moment was followed by Small Baby’s long and loud wails. Long and loud wails are the only way to react when a camel steals your binky, you see.
The long and loud wails alerted Clyde that he had made a very big mistake so he rapidly spit the binki onto Small Baby. Before I could stop Small Baby, he returned the binky to his mouth, camel spit and all.
I can now not think about Clyde the Camel without wondering why scientists have never before talked about the curiosity levels in camels. I consider myself a curious human, but I have not met Clyde the Camel’s level of curiosity, at least when applied to binkys.
Let this story be a lesson to you all that camels are indeed curious creatures. Merry Christmas!Photo by Jack Cain on Unsplash
I wore heels today for the first time in months. This was because I needed to dress up for a quarter-end presentation AND a debate today. Of course, the combination of presentations left me exhausted, and to be honest, very grumpy. So when my brother offered to feed, I thought he meant feed me.
Instead, he meant help him feed some friends animals on their farm outside of town. I was still in heels and it was well below freezing outside but instead of making my day worse, it got significantly better.
It started with one dog, a little border collie, greeting me. He was soon followed by a matching pair of fluffy, white, giant doggos who leapt on me and stuck their muddy paws all over my presentation outfit and pranced on my heels.
And lemme tell ya kid, I loved every moment.
They never left me the whole time I was there. And besides the puppers, there were several devilish goats, a plethora of chickens, some awkward llamas, and a few old horses.
All in all, my clothes are close to destruction, but I am pretty happy. Get dogs, folks, they solve literally all of lifes problems. Goats, chickens, llamas, and horses don’t hurt either.
I rule this kingdom
Please pick me up and love me
Furever your king
My mean half-brother
Looked at my food, like he wanted
To eat it all
Flowing in the autumn wind
Our two horses, Sierra and Teton, are both rescues. We got them over 10 years ago and I spent every moment of my summers with them. Teton, silly fellow, has a lot of emotions which he displays, sometimes very dramatically.
Whenever cousins would come over, I would show them how to ride. One of those times, my cousin Edward was watching me catch the horses. Well Teton was emotional that day, as usual, and decided to book it for the gate while I was still grabbing Sierra, right where Edward was standing. Teton caught sight of Edward a moment too late and since he had run out of room to stop or change direction, he tried another tactic unprecented by any other equine in history. He barrel rolled away from him. The poor guy was so desparate not to kill my little cousin (thankfully) that he dove, tucked and rollled just 2 feet past Ethan.
If you have ever seen a horse before, you would know that this is quite a delicate feat for a 1 ton animal.
Another time that Teton auditioned for equine ballet was the time he pulled the hitching post onto my back, but that is a much less graceful story.
Her name was Lyla. Her body was that of a German Sheperd. Her color was that of a Golden Retriever. She was too busy to let me pet her. But I still did. The End.
I recently acquired a neon blue fish from PetSmart. He’s breed was listed as a Neon Dannio so I named him Danny Boy. Cute right? Well, Danny Boy died after two days and I missed the brilliant chance to play “Danny Boy” at his funeral, mostly because I informally dumped out in a leaf pile. A truly autumnal burial. Because I also bought a bowl, shiny water rocks, and an aquatic play toy, I will soon buy a second fish with hopes that he will last longer in this world. Prayers much appreciated!
“…” – Danny Boy