When we lived in our cottage and cabin 4 miles up the road, the relatively unusual sound of a car would announce that someone was coming several minutes before they arrived. We had time to prepare. Now, comparatively, we live in a city. Everyone coming into or going out of the valley drives past our house, and you can't get to Yogi Bear's Jellystone Park without sending at least a little road noise our way.
Maybe we keep getting more animals because we hope they'll drown out the engines. They're pretty effective at slowing down traffic, as people gawk, "Hey, look at the cute goats. What is that, a mule?" Many people think a donkey's a mule. More and more often, it seems, strangers drive down our lane, as if it's a petting zoo.
When I read this ad in the local paper, I had to call: ""Farming with Horses -- I am seeking a working farm and farm family in Rockbridge County who could be interested in, would enjoy, and whose farm would have work for and might benefit from a pair of light draft horses and horse drawn equipment, wagons, harnesses, tack etc. ready to go to work farming, logging, giving wagon rides and being ridden. Along with the horses and the needed equipment would come their owner several days a week, ready and wanting to go to work and pitch in to the best of his ability. I'm on the lookout for a working farm family that will be real particular about any addition of livestock or people to their farm, just as I'll be in finding the right farm and family. I will greatly appreciate hearing from anyone having possible interest, thoughts or leads regarding this quest."
I can picture traffic slowing way down if a man and a horse were working our field. It might be necessary to open the gate so folks could park and watch, rather than frighten the horse with screeches, screams, sirens and ambulances. Maybe in 5 or 10 years, I'll be ready to try a draft horse.
"It'd be so cool," says Virginia.
Hmmm, maybe not on a summer's day like today.
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