Spot standing at the backyard gate, nickering to us.

Spot at the Gate

Spot is very attached to his long-time horse-pal, Jake. They walk around the property together, grazing and napping and enjoying each others company in the way of old friends.  As the two oldest horses on the ranch, they have lots in common.  Whenever we see one of them resting under a tree or grazing on a meadow, we can feel confident that the other guy is somewhere nearby.

Of the two, Jake is more independent, and will sometimes wander a little distance.  Spot, on the other hand, follows Jake everywhere.  Whenever he loses sight of Jake, Spot calls out to him with loud clarion-call neighs, to which Jake hopefully answers…

Jake and Spot are best friends of the horse world

Jake and Spot are best friends of the horse world

So, the other morning, when we heard Spot’s loud neighing, we simply assumed that he was calling out to Jake.  We had been sitting in the house talking, and happened to head outside just minutes later.  There, to our great surprise, stood Spot.  He did not appear to be looking for Jake at all.  He stood just outside the gate to our backyard, and as we came around the corner, he focused right in on us.  He had been calling out to us.  I think he wanted us to come out to the backyard, and open the gate for him.

We have a large pear tree in our backyard, bearing a bumper crop of pears.  Both Jake and Spot have discovered a taste for them.  As they ripen, some of the pears fall to the grass in the backyard, and are easy and tasty treats for the horses to snack up.  Since he noticed this, Brian has been walking out to serve them up a few pears directly from the tree.  He gives a branch a little shake, and some fat pears fall right down onto the grass. On this morning, the gate was closed.  Spot couldn’t get in.  He needed a little assistance from us!

As soon as we walked out into the backyard, Spot started nickering to us.  The sounds rolled out like a soft chuckle, “Hmmmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm.”   He looked at us with his soft brown eyes, and in his sweetest horse way, asked us to open the gate. The picture at the top shows him with his nostrils flared as he nickers to us.  How could we resist?  Now I look for him each morning, just in case I might find him waiting at our gate with a soft nickering “Good morning”  and “May I come in?”

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