Woodrow and Bruin have been at their new home a few weeks now. I’ve seen videos of them in their giant grassy pasture and of them being groomed and loved on by their new family.
It’s a hard thing… watching them move on. There’s a small selfish part of me that wanted them to not do well and need to come back. The part of me that grew up watching after-school horse girl specials. I wanted them to be unhappy with anyone but me… but not really. I trained Woodrow to be a good boy no matter who held his lead, and Bruin… well Bruin is a pony and while he has good manners, it’s always with a dash of Satan.
Woodrow and Bruin walked up on the trailer on their own, were calm as they left and were calm when they were unloaded. They both know Jesse. His family is equally kind. They know they are in a good, safe place. Having several acres of old stand grass and a tree lined pasture doesn’t hurt either. The boys know they’ve got a good thing and in return Jesse’s girls will learn many lessons from Woodrow’s enduring patience to Bruin’s pony-may-care devilishness. In all honesty, it’s an ideal outcome.
And the farm continues on.
The garden grows, the pigs get out, Dyna gets rounder with her September calf, the chickens hide in the driveway trees and Edison attacks the parked cars. Everything, while different, is very much the same.
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