Day before yesterday, I was peacefully knitting in the living room when I heard a loud noise. Crashity-boom-boom-BANG! “It sound like someone coming in with an empty trailer,” I thought, “only they’re going way too fast.” It seemed to go on and on, though, so I got up to look. At first I could see nothing out of the way, then I noticed agitated horses running up and down their pens, and finally I saw a commotion up on the road. People were running toward it from every direction, so I went out to look.
It turned out that a horse trailer, with two horses in it, had come loose from its truck and run wild down the road. It had been going north, but at some point it jumped the center divider, spun around, and went tail first down the embankment. It stayed on its wheels, but the two horses were jammed together and in trouble.
It was, at least, a good place for it to happen. There were lots of people there to help get the horses out and administer first aid. Still, with the heavy traffic, it was a scary situation.
It didn’t take long for the highway patrol to get there, and someone had called Dr. Paul the vet.
It was a relief to see the horses out and standing up. They were cut up and bruised, but standing on their own four legs. Granddaughter Christina reacted with her usual competence, and brought up her truck and trailer. The two horses loaded up and headed in. It turned out that they were our boarders, and had been headed home.
My worst moment came at the beginning of the whole thing, when someone shouted, “One of those is the horse Andrew rides!” Immediately I visualized Kitty in the middle of the wreck; but it wasn’t her. Andrew reassured me that she was safely in her pen.
It looks like the horses will be all right, if a long time healing. We heard that the cause was a too-small ball on the truck, which allowed the hitch to bounce loose. The emergency chains held briefly, but snapped and sent the trailer off on its own. It was so lucky that no cars on the road were hit. All in all, it could have been a lot worse.
I told Billy later, “I’ve seen a lot of trucks come in without trailers, but that’s the first time I’ve seen a trailer come in without a truck!”
On a more cheerful note, here is little Weston on Kitty, with his family — and his hat. It might be more accurate to say the hat is wearing Weston.