Some things on the farm just make you stop, smile, and wonder why the rest of the world can’t be this simple.
This morning I walked out to the barn, expecting the usual chorus of hungry complaints, and instead found an unexpected little slice of peace on earth: Talon, my grand, feather-footed Gypsy Cob, was calmly sharing the hay feeder with Casanova—the resident ladies’ man of the goat pen.
Now if you’ve ever met Casanova, you know he’s not exactly the ask permission first type. He usually just hops in, takes what he wants, and figures he can charm his way out of any trouble. And Talon? Well, he’s not the hot-headed sort, but let’s just say he likes his personal space—and he has hooves the size of dinner plates to defend it.
But today? No drama. No fuss. Just hay munching in perfect harmony. I swear I caught them mid-conversation, too:
Casanova (with a mouthful of hay):
“Say
Talon, you ever think about the deep stuff? Like why humans
complicate everything?”
Talon (calmly chewing):
“Buddy, I get
breakfast, I get dinner, I have a roof and a fan. What’s to
complain about?”
Casanova:
“Exactly. They’re always in a
tizzy about fences and politics and whatnot. We’ve got boundaries
too, but you don’t see me yelling about zoning regulations.”
Talon:
“You literally jumped the fence last
week, Cas.”
Casanova (shrugging):
“Dude, I was chasing
love, not legislation.”
It made me wonder: wouldn’t the world be a whole lot better if people were more like animals? (Well, some animals. Let’s not model our diplomacy after roosters in puberty.)
They don’t care if you’re tall or short, hoofed or horned, shiny or shaggy. They just want a fair shot at the hay, a dry place to nap, and maybe a friend to chew beside.
So next time life gets complicated, do what Talon and Casanova did—belly up to the feeder, keep your opinions light, and remember there’s room for more than one kind of critter at the table.
Because if a Gypsy Cob and a love-struck goat can figure it out, the rest of us don’t have much of an excuse.
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When a 1,200-pound horse and a rascally goat can agree on breakfast, maybe there’s hope for the rest of us. |
2 comments:
So precious. That hay looks yummy.
I know what you mean. Even my Beagle gets along well with my Bunnies - she sticks her head right in their cages and they sniff her right back. She helps me catch the wayward chickens by holding them down while she sniffs under their wings, etc. Most people wouldn't believe unless they saw it but she knows not to hurt the animals.
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