Saturday, July 01, 2006

The Grand-horse Cometh

Ain't she cute?

It never occurred to me that my stud siring a baby would be an emotional experience for me, especially since the mare isn't mine, and I didn't go through the pregnancy and birth with her. I've done that, and that is emotional!

This, by comparison, was distant and removed. I didn't know the mare was pregnant until the owner emailed me to tell me the foal had been born. Even then, it didn't impinge on my sphere of unreality until I paid a visit to the new baby. I couldn't stop taking pictures.

This little girl is the cutest thing on four legs, bar none. Look for yourself. If you have a different opinion, keep it to yourself.

But that wasn't the point I intended to make. The point is that there is something in the inner human that is seriously touched by something in the inner horse. I'm sure Duke has no idea why he got extra cookies this weekend, nor would he care. He would probably be protective of his baby and her mother. That's standard Horse Stuff 101. But my own personal investment in this is nil. I'm totally sucked in by the big-eyed-baby cuteness factor and my maternal instincts just slammed open the door and screamed "We're BACK!"

How much of the rest of our attraction to horses is bedded down in the depths of our humanity somewhere between the survival instinct and the craving for designer shoes? We make noises like we know what we're doing when we just have to have that new gelding because show season is just around the corner, and Tigger's Pesto is a bit under-impulsed, and blah-de-blah. But what's the truth of the matter? Is it simple human aquisitive behavior? Or is it that we see in a horse a reflection of something in ourselves that we're trying hard (and not always successfully) to hold onto?

Beats me. I'm just delighted that there's a new girl in town and she's cute as a bug and somehow related to me. Go figure.

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