I had just finished visiting my last patient when I remembered that I needed a halter for my foal. A baby, like Apache, needs to a subtle introduction to humans and their touch. That little colt is a handful right now. I’ve been roping him, running my hands all over his fuzzy body and them releasing him. So far, so good. If I sit in a chair in the corral, he will walk up to me and explore my body with his nose and mouth. It feels strange to have my fingers inside a tiny horse’s mouth. No teeth!
Before leaving Willcox, I made a stop at the Stronghold Feed Store for the halter. Picked out a tiny, bright-red, weaved nylon one. On my way out the door, I noticed this lonely set of concrete stairs - overgrown with foliage. It didn’t appear as if anyone has gone up them . . . or down. I placed, photographed, and documented #109 on the top step.
Then it was time to get in my car and back on the road. It was almost supper time for my critters. I was responsible for feeding them all – except one. There is no way I could ever divert Apache’s attention from the teats of his mama. It’s always supper time for him. Bon appetit!
