We had a scare today. At 11:30 a.m., I trained the binoculars on the pasture beyond the arena to check on Lilly and Star who were turned out today.
There is a special spot along side the fence and under a mesquite tree that Lilly likes to loaf, and when I looked at her favorite spot, it appeared that she was on her back, legs stuck along the posts of the fence and injured. Maybe even comatose from stress and the heat.
I yelled at Brenda to put her boots on, “Pronto!” She did and we climbed in the pickup and I quickly drove by the barn to get rope, halter and blankets.
We drove rapidly through the pasture gate and sped alongside the pond under the live oak trees. Rounding the curve, Brenda said, “There she is, in the grove, under the live oak tree, standing up! She’s not by the fence!”
Sure enough, Lilly loafed under a tree, head down, drowsy-like.
What I saw from the house was the reflection of the sun off a stand of prickly pear cactus. The paddles of the cactus were long enough to appear as Lilly’s legs and the shine seemed like Lilly’s white coat. I had looked carefully, but I had seen a crisis in the stand of cactus, not reality.
I was embarrassed at the panic, but what could I say? “Sorry, Brenda, I didn’t mean to get you upset.” She understood.
This heat is affecting my brain pan. It’s okay, we have siestas, the horses are well-fed and cool under the trees and this is summer in west Texas.
Taking a cue from an Irish saying, “If we waited for the rain to stop, we’d never get anything done.” Well, here in Texas, if we waited for it to cool off, we’d never get anything done.
But, I can do without cactus illusions.