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Harleys 12 Month Adventure

Out of all the “experiences” I have had so far….this one still makes me say WTF!!!

I love horses…obviously.

I love dogs….this will soon become more obvious.

But I LIKE Cats….and for some reason only known to the feline world they LOVE me.

I spent a lot of time on the farm alone…Just myself my horses and my dogs….perfect.

I had a partner who due to his work spent 10 days out of 14 working away…did this worry me…nope…kinda like my own company.

If I was reading someones recollection of this night, Id call bullshit….aint no bullshit about it.

A year ago I was sleeping when I was suddenly woken by a cat crying. Nothing too weird about that but I lived on a rural property and the only cats around were feral.

Picture opening your eyes…startled at first by how bright the full moon was, only to see a silhouette of a cat sitting outside on your windows edge….ummm ok.

I was laying there thinking lucky Im not superstitious when old mate black cat proceeded to push open the screen on the window and launched onto my bed….Holy Shit.

At this point Im thinking Im about to be torn to shreds…. on my new white sheets… by a crazy feral black cat.

The cat then proceeded to start purring…um ok do feral cats purr??

As I hid any bare skin under the blanket…I dont really do scars…the cat proceeded to walk up my body…rub its face on mine…then curled up on my chest and went to sleep.

Great…Im now trapped under a feral cat with just my head exposed.

I didnt really get much sleep that night but he did.

Next morning the cat….now known as Billy…happily followed me around the farm and made himself at home.

I posted on social media as I thought he has to be someones but it was starting to look like Billy was now part of my family.

Billy happily slept on my bed when I was there, I would, however, pop him outside when I went to work…aaaand come back to Billy the cat burglar back on my bed…screen open…every time.

I casually mentioned Billy to a customer at work one day …she said that she had a black cat once but he had gone missing a year earlier.

I described Billy and she said that her daughter would come and take a look but doubted it was him.

Well hello there “Harley” and welcome home….where the hell did you go for 12 months!!

Harley had been on an adventure for over a year…Maggie his 9 year old owner had wished every night for him to come back, for over a year…

Harley knew I could help him get home…

Harley also knew that if I just started listening more to my gut the “whispers” would become clearer.

All good Harley …Im listening….

A horse called Cochise…. 23… blind and fighting for his life.

Do you ever wonder what if?

What if I hadnt of finished work early that day?

What if I hadnt taken the back road to go to town….why was I even going to town…I hate shopping.

What if my gut didnt say go back go back go back.

I know the answer to all of those questions….Cochise would be dead…no doubt about it.

My parents were visiting from Adelaide and I decided to take them to town to buy new pillows….ummm and why is that…no idea.

I had 3 options when it comes to which way to get to the closest town….I chose the back road.

I was driving at 100km an hour chatting to my parents…well actually constantly repeating the same thing….(no we dont need hearing aids) when out the corner of my eye…behind a house I saw a flash of something….it looked like two legs waving.

I then said for no reason….”theres a horse stuck in a hole”….where the hell did that comment come from… Both my parents said no there isnt and there is no physical way you could see that from the road…especially at speed.

I kept driving for another kilometre when I said….nope Im going back.

When I got back to the property I ran thru the fence to find a gorgeous old horse…completely blind….stuck in a mud filled hole.

The next 2 hours were spent trying to get him out…Emergency services were in attendance along with a number of locals.

I spent the whole time calmly touching his face….he was so scared….freezing and in the complete darkness of his blindness.

The rescuers tried in vain but the mud was causing a suction making it impossible…Cochise let his head fall to the side…his fight was done.

I used all my strength to pull his head up…I whispered no you dont….dont you give up now….your mum is on her way home and she needs you and loves you.

Cochise lifted his head and positioned his body so straps could be placed under his body….he was then winched up in to the air and placed on solid ground.

I stayed with Cochise until his mum arrived back.

Cochise made the local news and newspaper.

A few days later I pulled over near Cochise’s paddock to see how he was….I never said a word…Cochise lifted his head and smelt the air…he then walked straight to me….nuzzled my neck and gave a deep nicker…turned around and walked away.

It was described as a miracle by the owner that I saw him and because of that I saved his life.

No miracle…he just called for help and I answered 💕

So I kinda stole the horse….Juddy 💕

Juddy had been left alone in a paddock on a neighbouring property for over 8 years.

Not part of my story to tell their story and reasons for leaving him….our story is what matters.

The day I borrowed Juddy he was greeted by a bitchy mare named Charlie.

I was actually a bit concerned as to her acceptance of him but miss Charlie let out a flirty girly scream….fluffed her tail and accepted him into her world.

Juddys eyes were dull….he was full of worms….ribs showing and his mane and tail looked like Bob Marleys hair.

Over the next few weeks I would gently brush him and detangle the dreads…he has a presence…at 17 hands high he could have flattened me easily….but he never showed any aggression at all.

When I was around him I would start talking softly to him…its ok…youre here now.

Then it happened….that thing….the knowing…and I just started answering him as if he was asking questions.

I “knew” he was heartbroken as his paddock companion had died…that he stood by her body for days willing her to get up….he was hungry and his body was aching….he was worried that he would be taken back to that paddock and his heart broken again.

Have you ever seen a horse or any animal have a tear roll down their face? It pulls your heart thru your chest..and thats exactly what happened when I felt his tear against my cheek.

It was at that moment I told him that he will never be alone again and I will love him and keep him safe until his last breath.

Now Im not saying Im some miracle/freak worker…but I just know….cant explaim it….wish I could….I just know!!

The difference in Juddy was almost instant….a gleam came back to his eyes and he would physically wrap his large head around my neck to hug me.

I would spend hours just feeling him…breathing with him…loving him.

Often I would sneak a look at Juddy and Charlie from the bathroom window….there would be Miss Charlie laying down fast asleep….next to her…the protector Juddy, standing guard so his girl could safely rest….once she was rested he would sleep with Charlie returning the favour.

I never took Juddy back to where I had borrowed him from…he had come into my life for a reason and I made him a promise.

Juddy has been in my life for nearly 3 years now…some say I rescued him……nah.. . he rescued me 💕

Charlie

Three years ago I had a brainwave, at the grand old age of 46… to buy my first horse.

I hadnt ridden for 25 years after coming off a horse I was leasing… I had tried to fall like a delicate butterfly …but picture a sloth falling flat on its butt and thats prob more of an acurate description ….no biggie apart from the fact I was pregnant at the time….not my smartest moment in life but that baby is now a healthy 27 year old man so all good.

Fast forward 25 years and I found myself living on the most beautiful property in Queensland and I wanted a pony!!

I bought Charlie as soon as I saw her…a 5 year old (oh my god wtf are you thinking….old lady old horse) Arab x Stock horse.

Charlie was a mare….never had much to do with mares before …wont be that hard.

Holy shit…Chestnut Mare …in season is like Linda Blair with her head spinning in the Exorcist…AND the bonus was this happens EVERY 21 days…..Why didnt I ever know this!

Now I think back I know the exact moment that I just ‘knew’ what she was thinking.

It was a blowy, wet day on the farm…photography is my other passion and I decided it would be great to wander around the horses paddock and take some photos…nope bad idea.

I ended up hiding behind a tree calling for help as my in season mare, ears pinned back…teeth showing….decided I wasnt going anywhere.

Once the cavalry arrived evil Charlie left and lovely Charlie returned….it seemed men were accepted in her paddock and I the female not.

Once safely out the paddock Charlie approached me at the fence and calmly held my gaze…I dont know how/why but I started saying to my partner….”she thinks Im another mare…she is lonely and scared at nights….shes not sleeping as she has to always be on look out for the dingoes coming thru her paddock…she misses her previous paddock mates”.

The next day I “borrowed” a horse from a neighbouring property just for a few weeks to help her settle.

Charlie never behaved that way again and I never returned the other horse….welcome to the family Juddy💕

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Here we go….

See that little girl…thats me 48 years ago.

Horse mad, annoying the crap out of not only my parents but also my patient….or so they made out…cousins.

We couldnt afford a horse…plus no room at our little place in good old Adelaide.

Next best thing….family with horses…Dad who adored his little princess…that would be me…and a whiney voice that ensured when I wanted to go to the farm…I went to the farm.

One of my earliest memories was of my dummy in horseshit…apparently that was meant to convince me that I no longer needed a dummy since my baby sister had come along..all good Ill just suck the shit off it and my complicated 18 month old life would continue as I knew it.

Always had a “thing” with animals….they would literally just appear in my life….

Brought a horse home I found walking down our street….found a German Shepherd, what do you mean I have to give him back??? Found Lucy the chook…actually kept her hidden in my cubby house for a few weeks….only got sprung when my proud 6 year old mouth announced to my mum that I had an egg for the cake….Lucy went to the farm…I think.

I knew then that I had something and that my life would be spent working with animals.

Life just had a bit of shit to throw at me first which is what made me who I am today….the person who accepts the past is the past and today is the day I found my life purpose…