What a day i had yesterday, the drama started at about 8.30 when my daughter phoned me sobbing that her horses had been stolen, i could not believe it, who would want our horses, Night is 22 and has not been riden for at least 4 years since " the accident" where he ripped his whole stomach open and nearly died, he has had a big pollup on his stomach since then, and we just have not had the heart to ride him. Melody is 19 years old, and was ridden about a year ago but she has a bit of arthritise, so we have not been riding her either, who in their right minds would take our precious horse, worthless to anyone except us, and maybe i have just hit the nail on the head, who in their right mind.................................
Our local police station to put it politely was as useful as a freezer to an Eskimo, after two and a half hours, and twenty phone calls, the police were "dropped off" because they did not have a car available, well we have know for some time that we have no police force, but what i did not realise how bad it was, what we have is a troop of monkies that have been taken out of the bush, put in uniforms, and given a pen and a gun................. All they were interested in was a cup of coffee, and as we THOUGHT that we needed their help my daughter obliged, the situation became very clear, when my daughter had to ask one of the officers to please stop picking his nose................. monkey monkey monkey. We had to give them a lift back to the police station, and we have heard nothing yet.................... a day later............................
My daughter in the meantime, through a stroke of good fortune managed to get the number of a policeman who really loved his job, and within 45 minutes was on the scene, and then the tracking began.................
They traced the tracks to the highway, and were able to ascertain, that there were two of them, and that they were riding the horses, scenes, of the movie Black Beauty kept coming to my mind, all i could think of was these two horses being mistreated, abused, and even worse pulling heavy coal carts or being killed for polony.
After hours of tracking, they realised that the horses were headed for a location about 20 km away from Heidelberg, so they took the search there, as with most things in life it was money that saved the day, a "informer" was prepared to tell us where are horses were for a sum of money, we did not hesitate, and there between two tin shacks, tied with string, no water and no grass, we found our precious Night and Melody. They were exhausted but looked no worse for wear.
The saga was by no means over, we had to get the horses to a place of safety, so my daughter followed by the tracker and a marked police vehicle was escorted, the 5km it took to get to the police station, they say in the location she is already famous, and everyone is talking about the white girl, who walked through the whole location leading two horses.
For once, both horses boxed without a problem, and the anticipated 3 hours loading drama, did not happen, i think the horses realised that this was the only way they were going to get home, and went into the horse box with very little coaxing.....................
The stables are now double bolted and everyone is thankful for all the prayers that went out to find our horses, but what we ponder now is all the horses that are never found, what about their fate.........................................................
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