a noble braveheart, pableus dad and band leader |
follow in the hoofprints of the yearling appaloosa mustang colt 'pableu's cloud blanket' as he trots the path of life from freedom to captivity and begins to teach his human partners, what it's really like to be a horse...
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
where is braveheart? where is pableu's daddy?
when we were camping at ramhorn springs where we first saw pableu and his band, we saw the band stallion many times. it was obvious after a while who he was, what his role was and how well he did his job. pableu is his youngest son, and crazyquilt, a name i gave her because of her many colored mane, tail and coat, his mother. unbeknownst to us at the time, there was a special woman who also knew him and his large family and she had grown to admire and respect him. when the band was captured and taken to the corrals, he was too. and, when this woman was "called" by him to come get him, did go to get him, he disappeared. the harder she pressed trying to find him, the farthur he got. no one knows where he went, how he went, or if he even existed at all. she's in limbo and no one's talking. or...no one's making any sense, or, no one's being honest. this gallant and brave guy was old. but not to old to do his job, win mares, stare you in the eye or move and start over with one who loved him. he had a home with someone who heard his call and she was trying to answer. the more i heard about this the more it bothered me. i told my friend cate that i would go nuts wondering what happened to him so...i asked pableu. he hung his little head and didn't answer. i wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his fur. he smelled like gingerbread...
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