Every time I head home from my favorite Willcox lunch spot, Big Tex’s Barbecue, I turn off of Railroad Avenue on to Stewart Street past a yellow Victorian house with white trim and a large sign reading, Schwertner House – 1890 – “A restoration project of the Sulpher Springs Valley Historical Society. Today was the day I placed, photographed and documented #110 on a wooden windowsill at the front of the house. It sat there on the painted ledge – all cute and cozy in the architectural properness of the house of long ago.
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312 Railway Avenue. Willcox, AZ April 21, 2011
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!
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