Rusty, The Astral Projectin' Horse

Good Christmas Evenin'

And, a snowy one. Really needed to get to the tradin' post, but low on fuel, my u-joints "just barely" and weather comin' in, I was about to call it off and make do with what we had. But, that wasn't much and the sun popped out, so with just a little scramble, and crossed fingers and I did head out. The pups even co-operated mostly; though I did make a run up the driveway, actin' like an angry bear, for Wedo was sure, he was supposed ta stay.

And, musta been the Christmas Grace, 'cause both fuel and u-joints held up and we made it home with a fresh bag a dogfood, a full tank a gas, rice, beans, bread and milk; most thanks to generous friends.

And, the funniest thing happened, this mornin'. I kinda keep the ponies divided up, where the bunch has got the south pasture and access to the corrall. The burros have the east corner of the south pasture and access to the barn. The mustang boys have the east side a the barn, two corralls and a run on the very east edge of the south pasture. This gives the burros some grazin' and a "comfort zone", where the bunch won't run 'em off and, their patch is kind of a buffer zone, keep the bunch and the boys from gettin' tangled up.

Anyway, I was out feedin' early and I noticed Rusty, over in the burro patch. Lucky the boys were still in from the night. I lowered the gate and made a way where Rusty could slip back in and buttoned it up for the girls had a chance to slip out. I fed everyone, then took a walk, all around the fence, separates the bunch from the burros, and, I couldn't find a hole or a track anywhere. So, I come to the conclusion, that Rusty musta just plain woke up over there.

I noticed, ever since he come back from Rowe Mesa, his mind's been a little different; every now and then he'll take off a runnin' and whinnyin' like there's a rogue bunch a horses hidin' in the woods and fixin' to run off with the mares. The other horses, generally try and ignore these episodes, except for Tubby, who, now and then, gets fed up and runs him off, 'til he comes back to his senses.

So, way I figure it, Rusty got into some Loco weed over there in Glorietta and loosened some gears in his brain. And, last night he musta been dreamin' and dreamnt himself into the burro pen. It's the only reasonable explanation; in a New Mexico kinda way. This also explains why, now I remember Rusty's face when he come back in the gate, he had, "don't ask", written, plain as day, from the tippa his nose to the tippa his ears; eyeball to eyeball!

Have a nice night and a very, merry Christmas!

Best,
jeune