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Dear Denizens of the Lake:
The "Canterbury" (alias "Candy") story is the honest truth. It happened to me and to Candy, not to mention the many young people following Candy’s lead after a long day at a horse show in West Tisbury, Massachusetts.
I have tried my best to relate circumstances correctly as they occurred.
However: In addition, this story cried out to me as a situation useful to recall and instruct us in our current circumstances. Forgive me for I have a tendency to remember events from long ago, as well as a penchant for communicating in parables.
Lots of us are desperate and/or stretched to the limit and beyond financially, health care – wise, and similarly concerned for our families and their survival into the future. We DESPERATELY need to work together.
Some of those horses and ponies in the TRUE "parable" for "Candy" might very well have kicked each other’s teeth out, asked to travel so closely under normal social conditions in their home pasture. But they did NOT, under those stressful circumstances. These are horses! FGS!
Are we not at least as smart as a horse? Can’t we get along and work together at whatever pace we see might work, AND tolerate the efforts of politicians who appear to be doing the same by any other name???
WHO dares to say they have THE answer to righting the horrific mess of a legacy dumped upon all of us and our families by bushcheneyco?!
I think it is more important than ever for us to pull together if and as possible, work as a team, and pull ourselves out of this mess.
Please sign on to share, argue, whatever strikes your fancy in your heart-of hearts, so we can proceed. If we irretrievably fracture coming up against each other, we will never make it.
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this is a great post adie, nobody has “the” answer, there are just so many problems created by the despot that left and solving one of those problems might exacerbate another, this will be a push pull recovery to be sure
great post
DIGG is open
Adie, that old expression about ‘good old common horse-sense’ came about rightfully. (You’ve got loads of it!)
Can you imagine how different your life would have been had you never known a horse?
Gee. Didn’t I tell you about my pet (for 9 yrs) Mourning Dove, “Hercules”? And then there was the fuddy-duddy of an opossum I smuggled into my dorm room… until he and I both decided we definitely must part ways, with or without proper decorum. You think it’s easy getting a wild possum into a cage? Try getting one out.
*sigh* color me hopeless.
I’m that crazy lady down the street who talks to the spiders in the garden, and of course to the birds. Try out-doing a Blue Jay sometime while he’s showing off his repertoire of pump-whistles and Cooper’s Hawk chatter. Short story: they’re not amused, but they will carry on a dialogue of sorts.
Ever whistle a conversation with a ground hog for half an hour straight? Hold a branch in front of your face and suddenly you’re invisible. If you’re a good enough whistler, you could be in trouble if he’s in high courting mode.
but i digress, always wandering, so many idle thots, so little time. *g*
Well, Adie, I believe you’ve bested me! I “coo-ed” a pigeon down off a neighbor’s roof one time. That was after I retired ….now the folks on my street greet each other with, “what’s she doing now?”. They’re mostly TV addicts and believe it all; not in my reality at all.
The woodsy critters are more on my wave length. hee,hee,hee
Adie – did somebody question the veracity of the Canterbury Tale?
Not me – I can’t say I know horses well (was the typical horse-mad pre-teen girl, collecting porcelain horses and reading lots of Marguerite Henry and other horse writers, but my acquaintance with actual horse shas been more limited than I’d have liked.)
Nonetheless, the Tale rang very true to me.
I liked your extrapolation to people, too. You are absolutely right – we absolutely need to stick/work together because we are in a deep crisis.
I fear that many people just don’t believe it, so they think they can go on with their partisan conflict-oriented practices/reporting.
I pray they will wake up soon.
I was once questioned rather closely about a different experience I described. I believe in truth in lending. If it’s made up, I’ll say so. I still have friends all over the country who rode with me at that farm, so they could vouch for it, if I asked them.
Re: groundhog language, I assume so. The whistle, I read somewhere, is a mating call of the male. All I knew was this fella was too bold to ignore, so we had fun for awhile. Finally, I pulled the branch down, and be beat a hasty retreat down into his front door amongst the tree roots. I must have been the ugliest courting partner he’d ever seen, poor fella.
I’m not sure what other kinds of language/signals they have. But I kid you not, they have their pride of personal space. Puxatawny Phil, this year, finally had his fill of idiots grabbing him out of his winter snugglyhole and nipped right smartly the dimwit politician who tried to pick him up to show off for the cameras. Take a hint pols. Leave us be when we say so. I watched the video and noticed there were several snatch attempts, countered by threats (hints) from Phil. The pol ignored the threats, and got nipped. Good for you, Phil!!!
Oh, yeah – if I am ever fortunate enough to meet a groundhog I hope I remember to put a branch in front of my face and try to communicate.
Never learned to whistle well, though. Do groundhogs speak any other language?