Nathan Tyree: Deer
My father is babysitting a horse. The big equine’s name is Biscuit (no jokes, please) and she lives in the pasture next to my parents’ house. The lady who owns the horse injured herself and asked my dad to put out grain and water every day while she heals. This is no big deal. The old man loves horses and enjoys doing the tasks needed.
My cousin David is very ill and has been for quite some. Recently the doctors told him that he has only a few weeks left to live. The cancer has metastasized. His parent, my aunt and uncle, planned a trip to Tennessee to see him but did not feel that they could make the trip alone. Mom and Dad agreed to accompany them.
I was given the job of caring for animals while they were gone. This entailed feeding my parents two dogs; my uncle’s pack of dogs and his pigeons and of course Biscuit.
Again, no big deal. I also like horses.
Night before last I walked to the gate to check on the horse. I didn’t see her so I whistled. Biscuit came walking across field. She wasn’t alone. There was a faun walking along side her. It was young. Small. Still covered in spots. I was standing outside the gate and thought that she likely didn’t see my through the bars. I knew that any moment she would notice me and bolt.
She kept approaching. To my surprise she came within three feet of me and stopped. She lowered her head and started to graze. I made a clicking noise. She looked up, tilted her head and went back to eating. So I talked to her. She showed no fear whatsoever.
I stood there and watched her for almost half an hour. Then Biscuit headed toward the pond and the faun followed her.
My father is babysitting a horse. The big equine’s name is Biscuit (no jokes, please) and she lives in the pasture next to my parents’ house. The lady who owns the horse injured herself and asked my dad to put out grain and water every day while she heals. This is no big deal. The old man loves horses and enjoys doing the tasks needed.
My cousin David is very ill and has been for quite some. Recently the doctors told him that he has only a few weeks left to live. The cancer has metastasized. His parent, my aunt and uncle, planned a trip to Tennessee to see him but did not feel that they could make the trip alone. Mom and Dad agreed to accompany them.
I was given the job of caring for animals while they were gone. This entailed feeding my parents two dogs; my uncle’s pack of dogs and his pigeons and of course Biscuit.
Again, no big deal. I also like horses.
Night before last I walked to the gate to check on the horse. I didn’t see her so I whistled. Biscuit came walking across field. She wasn’t alone. There was a faun walking along side her. It was young. Small. Still covered in spots. I was standing outside the gate and thought that she likely didn’t see my through the bars. I knew that any moment she would notice me and bolt.
She kept approaching. To my surprise she came within three feet of me and stopped. She lowered her head and started to graze. I made a clicking noise. She looked up, tilted her head and went back to eating. So I talked to her. She showed no fear whatsoever.
I stood there and watched her for almost half an hour. Then Biscuit headed toward the pond and the faun followed her.
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Sorry to hear about your cousin.