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Need Answers; Please Help
by That1nerdychick
This is a true story. I wanted to write it down before I convinced myself it was all a dream, that I just cut myself on barbed wire while sleepwalking, maybe fell down the stairs and hurt my leg, I don't know. If you have experienced anything similar please, please respond, especially if you live locally.
So just a bit of background, I'll try and make this quick. My family and I moved here about two and a half years ago, a small town outside of Puyallup WA, on a 15 acre farm with four pastures. Our back left pasture, the “play field" is half wooded, half open, and mostly used to race quads in during the summer. It is the only field on our property with woods. Through this pasture — in the wooded section — and the pasture in front of it, runs a creek. This time of year the creek is normally flooded over and tonight was no exception.
A little less than a month ago, our Gypsy Vanner colt had been attacked and killed by a cougar. Since then, we have been on high alert for livestock security. Me and my siblings are on spring break, so my sleep schedule is all screwed up. I was up, texting my friend Nadine, cleaning my room and half assed playing with my ferrets, when I hear our LGD puppy (livestock guardian dog, sorry if I use lingo that people don't know, I’m so fucking freaked) start barking like crazy. My bedroom window faces the property, not the road, and I keep it cracked to hear the crickets and frogs at night.
I didn’t even really register that she was barking at first, when I noticed, I yelled at her to shut up. I checked the time on my phone, early two-something in the morning. Suddenly I heard our horses whinnying and snorting. My heart pounding in my chest, all I could think of was the cougar. I decided to wait it out for a few, horses can get spooked easily so maybe they were just running around. God, I wish now that I’d stayed inside.
The horses weren't quieting and I was getting more anxious, so I went downstairs to knock on my mom’s bedroom door (I would have tried waking up my dad -- the one with the guns -- but he works nights now). I threw on my boots, grabbed my headlamp and knife by the door, and headed out to check. Living on a farm I've learned that animals are priority, call it a motherly instinct maybe, I don't know, but I would do anything for them.
The pasture that held our horses was quiet (front left pasture, with the front half of the creek, without the woods.) but I could still hear the whinnying. I hushed our guard dog Mattie and checked on the horses in the front right pasture (our tenant leases the field). Everyone was fine. I decided to check the back two fields by the barn, by then I was wishing I had grabbed a rifle, or my brother's Red Ryder at the least. What was I supposed to do if it was a cougar?
Looking back now, I wish it had been.
By the barn, the moon was bright enough that I didn’t need a head lamp. Tomorrow is supposed to be the full moon, the fog coming off the creek was lit up like a floodlight. The whinnying had stopped but I could hear a horse pacing. There wasn't supposed to be anyone out here, the horses had been moved up because of the attack.
Sorry, I know this is all kinda confusing, but this is the real part. The part I'm writing about.
That's when I saw it.
That's when I saw her.
A beautiful mare, I don't know what breed, we breed draft horses on our farm, but she was a light horse. When she saw me standing there, she stopped running about and stared. The only thing separating us was the gate to the pasture, and white fog.
She was incredible. I forgot about the cougar and coyotes immediately, that I will admit. She was solid black, and the moonlight accented every muscle on her body. Our horses still have a bit of winter fuzz, but she had a slick summer coat.
At first I thought she might be from the Arabian breeder down the road, but she wasn't an Arab. I
by That1nerdychick
This is a true story. I wanted to write it down before I convinced myself it was all a dream, that I just cut myself on barbed wire while sleepwalking, maybe fell down the stairs and hurt my leg, I don't know. If you have experienced anything similar please, please respond, especially if you live locally.
So just a bit of background, I'll try and make this quick. My family and I moved here about two and a half years ago, a small town outside of Puyallup WA, on a 15 acre farm with four pastures. Our back left pasture, the “play field" is half wooded, half open, and mostly used to race quads in during the summer. It is the only field on our property with woods. Through this pasture — in the wooded section — and the pasture in front of it, runs a creek. This time of year the creek is normally flooded over and tonight was no exception.
A little less than a month ago, our Gypsy Vanner colt had been attacked and killed by a cougar. Since then, we have been on high alert for livestock security. Me and my siblings are on spring break, so my sleep schedule is all screwed up. I was up, texting my friend Nadine, cleaning my room and half assed playing with my ferrets, when I hear our LGD puppy (livestock guardian dog, sorry if I use lingo that people don't know, I’m so fucking freaked) start barking like crazy. My bedroom window faces the property, not the road, and I keep it cracked to hear the crickets and frogs at night.
I didn’t even really register that she was barking at first, when I noticed, I yelled at her to shut up. I checked the time on my phone, early two-something in the morning. Suddenly I heard our horses whinnying and snorting. My heart pounding in my chest, all I could think of was the cougar. I decided to wait it out for a few, horses can get spooked easily so maybe they were just running around. God, I wish now that I’d stayed inside.
The horses weren't quieting and I was getting more anxious, so I went downstairs to knock on my mom’s bedroom door (I would have tried waking up my dad -- the one with the guns -- but he works nights now). I threw on my boots, grabbed my headlamp and knife by the door, and headed out to check. Living on a farm I've learned that animals are priority, call it a motherly instinct maybe, I don't know, but I would do anything for them.
The pasture that held our horses was quiet (front left pasture, with the front half of the creek, without the woods.) but I could still hear the whinnying. I hushed our guard dog Mattie and checked on the horses in the front right pasture (our tenant leases the field). Everyone was fine. I decided to check the back two fields by the barn, by then I was wishing I had grabbed a rifle, or my brother's Red Ryder at the least. What was I supposed to do if it was a cougar?
Looking back now, I wish it had been.
By the barn, the moon was bright enough that I didn’t need a head lamp. Tomorrow is supposed to be the full moon, the fog coming off the creek was lit up like a floodlight. The whinnying had stopped but I could hear a horse pacing. There wasn't supposed to be anyone out here, the horses had been moved up because of the attack.
Sorry, I know this is all kinda confusing, but this is the real part. The part I'm writing about.
That's when I saw it.
That's when I saw her.
A beautiful mare, I don't know what breed, we breed draft horses on our farm, but she was a light horse. When she saw me standing there, she stopped running about and stared. The only thing separating us was the gate to the pasture, and white fog.
She was incredible. I forgot about the cougar and coyotes immediately, that I will admit. She was solid black, and the moonlight accented every muscle on her body. Our horses still have a bit of winter fuzz, but she had a slick summer coat.
At first I thought she might be from the Arabian breeder down the road, but she wasn't an Arab. I