Remembering Bucky

It won't be long before Halloween will be here and the kids are getting really excited.  Just think, ingesting all of that sugar should keep them flying for a week or more!  Before my neighborhood had so many kids I used to make Halloween bags out of fabric each year and tie them with orange and black ribbon after filling them with various and sundry sweets.  I knew better then to put an apple in the bag as it would probably be used to throw at my house.  It was okay to put homemade things in too, that was before the idiots put razor blades and other trash in things.  Always someone out there to try to spoil things for everyone else.  Now I hand out candy bars.


It's been sunny but windy here to day.  I really bundled up when I took Little Bud out for a ride this afternoon. Of course we both had on our hunter orange just in case someone had crossed over onto my posted land.  The leaves were swirling around his feet as we cantered along, so pretty, I love fall!  We looked and looked for the albino deer that live out back but didn't see him this time.  Dad and I saw two deer this morning when we were walking but not the albino.


We came back and I did evening chores while Kipper was intently watching something in the bushes.  I looked and looked but couldn't see anything but he just kept staring.  I finally got him in his stall and I took the Rhino out to see what was out there.  We've had a bobcat around, we see his tracks quite often and my yard man saw him up close and personal one day when he was working out in the field.  I didn't find anything, whatever it was it must have gone off in the woods.


I wish you could see what I wear around the barn especially during hunting season.  My friend Ann and I have always said we bet we could win a make over on some television show if they saw the garbs we wear when at the barn.  It's pretty sad,  sure not like in our younger days when we wore nice riding pants and shirts and  our tack was clean and the horses had matching lead ropes and halters.  Times change and some things just aren't so important as they once were.  It's the memories we made over the last 20 or so years that are important now as Ann had to have her wonderful horse put down about three weeks ago.


Bucky was 32 years old and in great shape except for his breathing.  What we used to call the heaves they now call COPD or something of the sort.  He had been on medication for a number of years that helped but these things get to a point where it's just not fair to keep a horse going and he had gotten to that point.  Many times it's hard to do the right thing when you have had an animal for over 25 years, you don't want those fun times to stop, it's like the end of an era.  But Ann did the right thing and now Bucky is up in our little horse cemetery with Buddy and Skippy.




                           Ann and Bucky

We are determined to keep riding together like we have for all those years so Ann is riding Nick and I am riding Little Bud.  We will still do more walking and talking then racing and tearing.  We will still talk about books that we have read and compare notes.  We will now talk about our grandchildren as we both have them.  We will talk about lots of things that I won't put in here.....:o)   She has seen me take three bad falls over the years.  We have worried about our sons when they went away to college together.  We have indulged in our heart attack sandwiches (grilled cheese) and fries as we like to call them in the little diner down the road on occasion.  And we have laughed more then imaginable.  And cried.  Like we did three weeks ago when we had to say good bye to Bucky.  Like I am now.