Fall arrived. The
dry, brittle, grass had long since lost its
value. Mom reluctantly adjusted to the idea that
she must start graining the horses.
Nose pressed to the
windowpane, I watched the familiar scene
unfold. With bucket in hand, Mom ducked under
the fence to
feed the horses. She spread the pans to cut down
on the kicking
and biting that occurred during feed time. Black
unpredictable gelding, was herd boss and wanted
to make certain
Mom and the other horses knew it.
apple flavored treats did not appease him. The
Mom crossed from one side of the fence to the
other, he charged.
Sheer terror in her voice, she let out a
"Get Baaaack!!!" Feed bucket flying in air, she
raced for the
nearest tree... Black Hawk in hot pursuit. The
two of them circled
the tree until he finally tired of the game.
Nickering, he trotted
off towards the scattered feed.
Taking advantage of the moment,
Mom rushed to the fence, diving
under the bottom rail. She then got up and
brushed herself off.
As if she somehow knew I was watching, she
looked up toward my
bedroom window. I knew I shouldn’t laugh. In
haste, I backed out
of view knowing full well I had been caught.
Unable to control
myself any longer, I laughed … tears streaming
down my cheeks.
slipped quietly into my room, ” Since you seem
to find all
of this so funny, ( I jumped at the sudden sound
of her voice,)
perhaps you would like to do the feeding,” she
said. Turning her
back to me, she walked out of the room leaving
me with my mouth
agape and speechless.
longed to gain Black Hawk’s trust. We seemed to
connection from the first day I fed. Mom watched
doorway fidgeting nervously, but sensed there
different about his body language as I neared
flared with anticipation, he nickered. I
response by shaking the bucket. Cautiously, I
reached out to
stroke his long sleek neck. After allowing him a
to adjust to my scent and touch, I climbed under
Grabbing the bucket, I walked cautiously to the
Once filled, I moved to the infamous tree,
sitting quietly as
he ate. A deep bond was growing between the two
spent many hours grooming, feeding and pasture
horse. He had such a big heart and will to
anything I asked of him. Dad often said that the
happened to be a one person horse. I think he
fear of him and simply took advantage of her. I
he ever would have hurt her. It was simply a
game of chase!
soon ushered in spring. I found myself falling
with this wonderfully spirited black gelding
named, Black Hawk.
I learned the meaning of loving and caring
through this exquisite
animal. Black Hawk taught me much about
A love that began with simple trust, grew into a
between horse and rider.
had many loves in my life. Perhaps it was the
just a young girl’s desire to feel needed. Other
than the love
for my Heavenly Father, I guess Black Hawk will
remembered as my first love.
© 2006 Marie Williams
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