The mare changed her stance.
While I still had to go fetch her from the far reaches of the fields, she actually almost walked me to the gate( more normal) and then onto the inner courts of the stable area.
He was standing there. I am calling him my own "stable name" of Reddy". Its a RED horse I fell in love with,as did "JIMMY" in the book
called : " THE RED ROAN PONY", by Joseph Wharton Lippincott.
I am sure it was my sissy's book. It is tatterd and worn. It has but one drawing of the Red Roan colt
and his dam, standing over a meadow looking ona herd of Elk. The mare is a grey and looks
to be a TB. She was being transported by train and got loose to join a herd of Mustangs.
a facinating story, and to my young pony crazy girl's heart, I dreampt of having such a relationship with a horse! Jimmy in the storey was my age, at the time I read the book....Written in 1934.
So, " Reddy horse " at my stable was standing there, as close to the gate as he could get...looking all peacefull and likeable, as always. My mare went to t urn, as I had asked while closing the gate..then- she did it..she turned and LOOKED AT HIM full on, and then she s t r e t c h e d
out her neck as long as possible, to keep her body from moving any closer to him. SWISHY,SWISHY her tail was going to beat the band...but NO noise of a squeel, or reach of a hoof in strike, did she offer.
They touched not, but it seemed that she acknowleded him as not so scary red horse..he had been promoted to, "I'll allow you to look upon me Red horse".
Better it went while grooming, I asked for the normal direction,( her backside to him) she gave it to me and also, she moved and centered with a point of my finger towards her chest and barrel.I treated her and then I also turned her to face him again..she was good.
This mare's timing seemed to pay off...letting HER choose the time and place, instead of me creating the meeting, the meeting availed itself .
Whew..feeling better with THAT!