I look forward to seeing a lot of my critter friends on my commute to work in the morning. I can't handle that big city hustle and bustle, traffic jams, fender benders, train rides, and all the bullshit that goes with it. I commute 25 miles over the river and through the woods (literally) past houses, farms, and fields. And there's lots of animals to see.Some of them have names, some of them don't. The red-tail hawk is just "Hawk." The ring-neck pheasant is "Ringo." But the llamas, alpacas and bison don't have names. It's not uncommon to see deer, turkey buzzards, ground hogs and foxes too. Anyway, back in the spring 2003 when I worked on the same campus for another company I sort of adopted two thoroughbred colts. And I used to call them the Baltimore Colts because, well, they live outside of Baltimore. But in the fall of that year my company moved to another location, my commute changed, and I didn't get to see my Baltimore Colts grow up in to big horses.
So in 2007 when I got a job back on the same campus again I looked for my Baltimore Colts but they were a couple of big mares by then. Then this spring my old Baltimore Colts had babies themselves and somewhere along the way another mare had one too. So now there are 3 new Baltimore Colts running in the pasture at Mint Meadow Farms when I pass by. I always laugh at them because the one colt is always trying to get the other horses to chase him. And he circles the three mama horses like his mane is on fire.
Mint Meadow raises and races thoroughbred steeplechase horses. But I understand it's for sale. I'd buy it but I don't have a million and a half dollars lying around. And if it sells, I'm going to miss seeing those guys every morning. They'll grow up soon too and it'll be fun watching them grow into real race horses. But I sure will miss them when that time comes. Regardless, seeing them every morning is one of my blessings and it beats sitting in Beltway traffic by a country mile.
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Dog - that was the nicest post ever. Growing up I was a typical girly horse freak. My dad even took me out of school to see the Black Stallion. So, thanks for that post. I am going to go listen to Dan Fogelberg sing Run for the Roses now :-)
I neglected to mention that I also pass two sheep farms one of which also has geese, chickens, and seasonally, Canadian geese.
My biggest oversight however was "William" the black billy goat who rules the roost at the goat farm that's connected to one of the sheep farms. All the sheep are white, brown, or white/brown. But not William, he is all black. And has some mean horns and a long black goat-tee.
There are lots of foxes over by William's domain but I wouldn't want to be the fox who meets up with him!
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