A Horse Story

Spring Break has begun for me today.  I have 9 days off and 900 things on my ever-growing to-do list to accomplish.  Number one being pack, move, and unpack. 

My husband is super busy, and I can’t wait for him, so tonight I packed most of my kitchen, my china, my plates, my Tupperware, and my pots and pans, loaded them into my dad’s yellow truck, and unpacked them out at our new place.  It was dark when I drove up.  “Dark” in the country is a different kind of darkness.  It’s like dark, dark.  There’s no street lights, or neighbor’s porch lights, or flashing neon signs.  I fumbled around with the padlock on the gate using the light from my headlights, constantly looking around for fear of some critter to rub up against my leg or something.  Being in the country in the dark can be a little spooky.

I’ve always been a town girl, and the bottom line about country living is I’m going to have to toughen up.  Plain and simple. 

And perhaps invest in some night vision goggles. 

 As soon as I pulled up to the house, out of the darkness appeared this silhouette of a horse  walking towards me.  It’s not unusual for a horse to greet us when we pull up, thinking we’ve got some groceries on us.  I squinted trying to make out the color and the size of the horse, trying to recognize it.  It was a strange, gray spotted horse that am not familiar with.  I later found out,  J-Dub and some others got horseback today to get a little cowboy work done, and one of his cowboy friends left his horse at our place with the other horses. 

You want to know a little secret?  An unknown fact about me? 

I’m kinda, sorta scared of horses.  I know, I know what you’re thinking.  You’re married to a cowboy and you’re scared of horses?????  Yes, I am.  I have no reason to be afraid.  I’ve never been hurt by one, but they’re big and powerful, and they aren’t the least bit afraid of me.   They walk around with an air of authority and intimidate me.

I then noticed the other three horses came strutting over in a pack, throwing their gang signs. I began unloading some boxes from the back of the truck, ignoring the horses when suddenly I heard a pounding of horse hooves.  Spinning around, trying to allow my eyes to develop night vision, I saw one of the three  horses chasing the strange, gray horse around the pasture at a high rate of speed.   I yelled and they stopped running, but as I was unloading the truck, on my trips in and out of the house, I kept my eye on the behavior of these horses.  The three horses that have been out there and have gotten to know one another, wouldn’t let the new horse around them.  They had decided to form a clique, and like a bunch of junior high girls were bullying this strange horse. Even when the new horse was off minding his own business, the 3 bully horses would saunter over to him and suddenly one of them would break away from the others and charge at the gray horse, causing him to take off running with the bully horse right on his heels.  It was downright unnerving to me.  I could only imagine them running through a fence or running into me carrying a large box.  I wanted to do something but felt helpless and a little bit too scared to take on two charging horses.  Where’s Mr. Ed and  the Horse Whisperer when you need them?

This little cat and mouse chasing bit went on three more times, before they finally settled down somewhere beyond my vision. 

I got my kitchen unpacked and headed back to the truck, greeted this time by the putrid smell of a skunk permeating the air.  He’s probably nesting under my house.

Darkness, unpredictable horses, odorous skunks……..lawsy mercy, this is going to be quite the adventure, and boy had I better get tough or get night goggles.


  1. linda webster says:

    angel dear, i know exactly the feeling! or should i say i have known the feeling, when me and art first moved to the country, i was so scared of every noise, and it is a different noise than the city. and dark is so dark, and your imagination can run away with you, but i got so used to the country sounds, and loved it! now i am in town and i hate it! i dont like the busy busy sound of cars passing right by my bedroom window, i had rather hear a whipporwill, or a screech owl, or the coon dogs. you are gonna love it out there!


  2. leon says:

    When I first moved to the lake I would wake up at night, thinking how quiet and peaceful. Now I wake up and think, “dang it’s quiet!”


  3. That is so cute that you are afraid of horses. I never thought about how horses walk around so unafraid and full of authority, not like cows, who look so meek and gentle. Give yourself time and you will get used to the country.


  4. Lara says:

    I know what you are saying about the dark.
    Are you getting your chicks this week too? I hope the move goes smoothly and you are able to at least get a little rest.


    1. Angel says:

      Yes, I am!!


  5. RB says:

    Love this. It will be fun. I guess.


  6. Lenore Diane says:

    Packing isn’t so bad. Unpacking? Ugh. May the move be easier than expected and go smoothly. Hug the bullied horse for me. Poor ‘little’ guy. Glad you were there to defend him.


  7. Amy Grant says:


    I will be right there with ya soon! My husband and I have been pondering the idea of moving out of Austin and to “the country”. And guess what!-we bought 22 acres 9 miles north of Burnet, Texas last week! I was raised in town with nothing wilder than a stray cat and I’ve lived in Austin for 16years. We have plans for a log cabin, chicken coop, organic garden, animals etc! What the heck did I agree upon! I’ll keep ya posted on how my adventures turn out! I wish you luck and peaceful, dark nights with yours!



    1. Angel says:

      Amy, that sounds like a wonderful plan! I went through a honeymoon stage I think, and now I feel a bit overwhelmed with all the work!! Yes, please keep me posted on your adventures…..I have a friend that just moved to Burnet.


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