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Visit to Mustang Journey

It has been awhile, bur arranged to visit Mustang Journey to see my friend Troy and see the current herd. Hot and humid, the horses were pretty lethargic, as was I. Currently, Mustang Journey has seven mustangs and one domestic horse used for their riding program.

This is Roxie. Her mustang brand identifies her from Nevada. She’s a Nevada girl.

Mustang Journey adopts mustangs, gentles them, prepares them for adoption out to owners who are ready to own a mustang and ready to ride. They do this all with the help of volunteers and Veterans who are interested in equine therapy. The draw of the mustangs has been intrumental in the programs growth. They are not just horses, they are mustangs!

Previously, I had some work with Charlotte. I was a part time volunteer a couple of years ago, and I was cleaning out her stall. She gave me a touch and then she pressed her muzzle against my cheek! I was in heaven. She was probablyi just getting a scratch against my beard. LOL!

It was great to visit Mustang Journey. I’ll be back.

See you on the highway.

Brent

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The joy of getting on a bus

Every now and then, a scene—an observation–brings a big smile to my face. This morning was one of those as I drove through town to meet friends for coffee.

The school bus was coming towards me, and slowing down. I assumed it was going to stop to pick up a student. I slowed also with plenty of clearance to the bus. First the flashers came on, then the red flashers and stop sign extended out from the side. I rolled to a stop and looked for children.

Out of a car parked on the side street stepped a school girl, maybe 7-years old. Maybe 8. She had a pink backpack and was wearing a pink mask. She ran towards the bus, arms waving in the air as if to say “hi” to someone or everyone on the bus. She behaved absolutely joyful to be getting on the bus and seeing friends.

It brought a big smile to my face. The innocence of kids. The joy of seeing friends or going to school. Absolutely magical.

The bus flashing lights turned off. The stop sign rolled back to the side of the bus, and it began to roll. I waved to the bus driver. She waved back.

See you on the highway.

Brent

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Four-leaf clovers speak to her

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I have never seen anything like this. My wife can be walking along at a fairly fast clip, and she will stop, bend over and pick up a four-leaf clover. Amazing.

On a recent walk, the same thing happens, and I turn on the recorder. “How do you do it?” She puts the clover into her blouse like a flower or corsage.

I try to capture the moment with a photo, but we go into this dance like two birds spiraling around each other, flirting, yet not. In the blur of a moment, I capture the spin, her big smile and the prize adorning her top.

As in the past, she claims she does not know how she spots them, but I think she is keeping her secret to herself. As we find four-leaf clovers on our walks, we’ve been known to give them to passing neighbors or strangers. It always makes them smile. They feel lucky.

I am the lucky one.

See you on the highway.

Brent