It Takes One
here is nothing more meditaT -
tive on a sunny afternoon than
watching a horse in their field.
On one particular afternoon in
October, I found myself watch-
ing Jitterbug, a black Percheron/
Thoroughbred mare, as she tore
furiously at doomed grass blades.
‘Jitter’ had just arrived off a trailer
from Michigan and was relish-
ing her first taste of bluegrass. A
rather unintentional rescue, she
was bought off a prestigious breed-
ing farm in Michigan. The buyers
quickly realized that she
was attractive, well-fed,
The num-
and she had never
ber of people
been touched by a
separating a horse
human being in
her life. She was
from a completely
three years old.
changed life is much
They had to lasso
her to lead her to
smaller. In fact, it the trailer. She was
only takes one.
re-sold and changed
hands over and over
as people ran out of
time, money and energy to
devote to an increasingly stubborn
and fearful horse. Allison Everhart
offered to take her from a friend,
and I had volunteered to help with
training and expenses and finally,
top: Bluff
middle: the author with Jitterbug
bottom: Jitterbug
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