Neighborhood Adventures

Friday, August 15, 2019

Yesterday, after exercising both horses and then noticing Pimmy hanging out beside a tree, I decided to do something I’ve not done in a long while–take Pimmy walking–and a good reason to get myself out walking, too. I slipped a halter on Pimmy, held her lead rope and led her from the barn. On seeing us heading toward the street, Pimmy wanted none of leaving her horses. I held onto her rope for dear life, but that pint-sized beer is stronger than she looks. Pimmy got loose and marched away, stopping beside a gate where Rosie waited.

You rascal! I slipped a chain around Pimmy’s nose and gave a tug. She quickly stopped resisting and followed me to the street.

Once there Pimmy walked cooperatively, and I removed the chain. Folks in the neighborhood might consider me nuts for coming around again, and yet with another equine, but that would be as it is. My donkey and I needed to stroll, and to start that process regularly. And so, for about a mile, we wandered along curvy streets lined with homes.

It occurred to me to head for a BLM-like area where there are giant power lines with trails beneath. We left the main street and turned onto a gravel road leading to the neighborhood wilds. First, we stopped to enjoy a field of flowers.

Walking under the power lines was slow-going, as Pimmy often paused and peered at things I couldn’t see or focused and listened to noises I couldn’t hear. She didn’t seem worried about anything, didn’t bypass tasty grasses and flowers.

Pimmy is a joy to walk with, follows at a respectful distance, and doesn’t object to any direction we take. She keeps herself busy with eats while I pause to awaken my cell phone and capture flowers and insects.

We strolled under the power lines and finally arrived at a little bridge that went over a narrow busy canal.

And gradually led us toward a path that could bring us home.

We were walking slowly on our street toward home when a vehicle pulled up alongside us and stopped. The lady driving inquired about Pimmy and asked if she could park and meet the donkey. Her name is Kristen, her smile is marvelous. She was curious about the donkey’s temperament and needs, and Kristen didn’t seem the least bothered by dust clouds that arose when she patted Pimmy.

It turns out that Kristen lives nearby, on the other side of our neighborhood, and has heard my horse trotting past her house. As we talked, another neighbor, Susie, riding her bicycle, stopped and joined us. She and Kristen already knew one another.

Susie has lived in this neighborhood many years. We met last year after I began exercising Sunni in the neighborhood. Sunni’s hoof-beats attracted Susie who once was very active with horses and still loves them. Occasionally, she takes time from her work to join me in the cart behind a horse. Last summer, she introduced us to the the local back country (where Pimmy and I had ventured for the canals and power lines).

This lovely experience could have ended at our goodbys. But we’ll all meet again, for it’s a wonderful example of how animals are friendship magnets. I’ve lived in this neighborhood 15 years, and before I began making the rounds of it with an animal, I felt close only to a few nearest neighbors.

Yesterday, towing Pimmy from the barn to the street and starting to walk, I wondered if folks would think me nuts for showing up again and with yet another animal. The pleasant mosey overcame my doubts, as did my donkey’s natural alertness, our pauses while she grazed or I took pictures. On that fine summer day, I was aware only of earth’s and sky’s sheer beauty. And to cap everything, those lovely spontaneous moments of hellos among neighbors.

Thanks again, little Pimmy!

Dear Friends: Before summer ends, go outside and explore your neighborhoods. Diana

4 thoughts on “Neighborhood Adventures

  1. Such lovely photos and a lovely meander. Your neighbors’ curiosity and the relationships built over equines are a joy to read about! So glad Pimmy found you ❤️

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