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The horses have eaten everything
green in the three pastures save
the cactus and the mountain cedar.
There are two dozen oaks with
less
than normal bark between the
barn and the fence. I move with
a purpose as I look for the colt. I
said I would bring my son with
me,
but I left him crying in his
room. Honest mistakes shouldn't
be punished, but this 12 week old
is going to pay the price for it. A
silver
latch was all it took to keep
him safe. The breeze picks the
scents from the valley and I start to
think of wildlife in Texas. I once
found
wild honeybees inside the
carcass of a longhorn. Their signs
were seen for weeks: sipping from
my coke can, sharing the humming
bird
feeder, and generally pollinating
everything within four square
miles. I searched for them with the
hopes of driving them away from
the
animals. And now I know that
if I left nature alone, these same
bees could now find their summer
home in our newest horse.
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