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Self Portrait
Night Owl
1958 - 1995
He was 37 when he died |
Spirit Hawk - "Spirit"
She turned 21 years old this May
Count
He turned 23 years old in March
He was adopted from an older couple
who were retiring.
Gizmo
Gizmo turned 9 years old this May
Notice the Bumble Bee in the background?
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Artist Judith Angell Meyer
is the proud Mom of one adopted and grateful gelding, and
one brat, queen of the pasture horse.
Then there is one adopted wee little
dog ... who is not at all spoiled!
Judith is a self employed artist and
illustrator, Who specializes in pet portraits created for
you in pencil or watercolors. You can see her work at
her
web site,
Fort Meyer Editions.
Okay, the self portrait was done a
really long time ago.
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Night Owl was a very
special horse. I had him for 31 of his 37 years. He was
1/2 Quarter horse and 1/2 Thoroughbred, but you couldn't
see the Quarter in him. He was a jumper at Madison
Square Garden in his day, and taught me the ins and outs
of jumping, and balance. Once, going over a jump, I lost
my balance. He had taken the jump on his left lead, I
"fell" to the right, and when he landed he had switched
to his right lead putting his weight under me preventing
a fall, and we were perfectly in line for the next
fence. He would not jump a fence that was beneath his
dignity. And he taught my daughter about the intelligence
of a horse, how to know what to look for and how to jump
a horse with ease. He could clear a 6 foot fence. Yet
the little boys could walk around his legs and under his
belly and he never moved.
Night Owl was a very
special horse indeed. |
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So many tales to tell, so
little time!
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Spirit Hawk came to
me the year after my husband died. He had already been
suggesting it might be time for me to get a horse again
-- little did I know.
So in comes Spirit - all
attitude - smart, ornery, beautiful and a wonderful
ride. She carries herself proud and is a real eye
catcher. She has to play her tricks on me, but she is
reliable and there isn't a mean bone in her body. She is
the only horse I ever knew who actually drools when you
are getting her grain. Another name for her would be
Miss Piggy!
The only thing I would
change about her would be hugs. She is impatient with me
when I want to hug her. Must cramp her bossy style.
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Count came to me through friends retiring and had to
really down size. I knew he should be here, and he has been
a delight. I suppose he takes to my fussing on him because
the other horses in the pasture pick on him. Spirit is the
pasture Queen and he is really the outsider. So I pamper
him, which, I suppose only makes Spirit all the more
determined to keep him on the perimeter. He is forever
rolling in the mud, getting his white/grey hide as black as
he can. I tease that he is trying to change his color so the
others will accept him. Don't think it is going to work!
He is a pretty boy and a handsome ride. Prancing and
dancing. Not the horse you want on an all day ride by
himself, but he is quiet on a ride with a group.
We had rescued two other horses along the years. Josey
was owned by someone who didn't take care of her. We didn't
see any other choice but to love on her and pamper her. Same
thing with Brandy too. She was cared for for a while
and then the owner just disappeared. No word. So our family
of horses grew.
Gizmo - And then there is Gizmo. Gizmo was my
son's dog originally, and when he had to be away for a
couple years, he gave him to a woman and her kids, not sure
he could ever come back for him.
When he did come back he discovered that Gizmo was living
with 6 other larger dogs and a young child who enjoyed
chasing, scaring and hitting him with a fly swatter. So when
my son moved in with me he brought Gizmo. I wasn't too
thrilled when he called and asked, enjoying my autonomy
without a dog to look after, but he assured me that I would
like this little guy, and he had to take him out of those
conditions. A year later when it was time for my son to
move to his own place, I wouldn't let him take Gizmo. My
heart was completely won over. He is smart, (too smart),
adorable, fast and funny. But not spoiled. Did I say he was
adorable? He filled a hole I didn't even know I had. I don't
know what I'd do without him, and he makes me believe that
he couldn't live without me.
~ A perfect match! ~
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