She was a coyote fighter, moving just off the herd, across the high desert prairie. Buying her calves time to get back to their mothers, she stood her ground, mouth gaping open, bellowing loud enough to insult a shy predator into slinking away. No one wants to be called out with such blunt confidence. But the calves have all grown and passed on a decade ago. The ranch was parceled away leaving her no ground to stand for; the last gelding gone to children. Even her teeth have expired leaving hollow jaw bones barely disguised by coarse hair. She brings an abiding wealth of survival wisdom along to my small stretch of farm and she has no way to be useless, so now she brays at house dogs. She guards what her cloudy eyes can make out of the horizon from inside a woven field fence. Coyotes still lurk behind tall weeds, testing her boundaries. Do not doubt us, predator, as we turn to face you. We have survived your kind and we know our worth. We will always stand for our own.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)