The Missing Horse
And I didn't see Merlin anywhere.
Merlin weighs about a thousand pounds and is pitch black. When I pull into the driveway he whinnies, his deep brasso profundo version of a whinny, that is. It's one of those sounds you just get used to. You know, the way you get used to a cars engine when you turn the ignition. But Merlin didn't whinny at me today and I didn't see him anywhere? It was as odd as that first time someone drives you off in an electric car and that engine hum is gone.
So I walked the whole 3-acre pasture. I looked in his pole barn, I looked up at the sheep shed windows, and I looked under all his favorite shade trees. No sign of Merlin anywhere.
I yelled out his name. No whinny. I grabbed a pail of grain and shook it. No whinny. Then I walked all around the property with that pail, shaking and yelling his name. Still no sight or sound of the dark horse. Now panic was setting in. I heard a neighbors lawn mower and headed over to their property. I waved hello and asked if he'd seen my horse and he shook his head, somewhat bemused. I was now really worried. I had not seen Merlin on the road or in any of the roadside fields or horse paddocks. There were several horses on this road. Where had this animal gone? Was he stolen? Did he head for the Highway? A list of fear ran through my head. I grabbed a lead rope and halter and my grain pail and started combing the area.
An hour into my search finally found him. I had all but given up the foot and was coming back to get the truck to drive in circles around the mountain. As I opened the door to my truck I saw his giant black ass backing out of the fairly small sheep shed. He had broken into it and had been napping inside in the shade lying down on the black dirt. So I couldn't see him when I looked up at the windows...
Horses are assholes.