Way back when I was getting accustomed to trusting
my new horse, Sport...
We were going down a dirt road at a good speed and
the road crossed a deep culvert with a small deep pool of water (the pool was
out of our line of sight). Just as we started to cross the
culvert, a great blue heron took flight from that deep pool down
below.
I don't know who was more startled: the bird, the
horse or ME.
Sport spooked in place, dead still.
At the same time, the bird was still on
course...toward us.
It veered steeply, up and away from Sport's
face.
We could hear the air swoosh through the wing
feathers.
We could feel the breeze of the wings on our faces,
as the bird took flight.
We caught our breath in a moment and went
on.
I trust him VERY much, now!
You know, those herons remind me of
pterodactyls...they look like flying
dinosaurs/lizards!
