Lynn Hummer
Bio
Creating and Living Horse Rescue has brought me to my original love of writing. If you love the insight animals bring to life and the mysteries of interspecies communication, my work will resonate with you. I find intrinsic value in us all
Stories (4/0)
For The Love Of Horse
~ Chapter 1 The Crazy Horse Lady Soaking up the sun overlooking the harbor is a delightful way to spend a Friday afternoon. The tink-tink sound of the shrouds or cables clinking against the sailboat masts in the breeze made music with the squawking seagulls. Seaside afternoons were crisp and welcoming. I was lifting a refreshing glass of chilled chardonnay to my lips. The chatter of the crowd around me was telltale that folks were busy celebrating an ended week of work. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop when a voice behind me caught my attention. “They poop when you let them.” Well I knew instantly what they were discussing. God knows our dogs drag us all over the neighborhood peeing and squatting as they please. We carry plastic bags around tidying up after them like indentured servants. Cats would likely fall off their fence boards in laughter at the notion of being so controlled, but not our beloved horses. They serve and love and take what we hand out in complete silence.
By Lynn Hummer2 years ago in Petlife
We are the Lucky Halves
I'm sitting here listening to a voice compilation, and I look up and stop my husband of 30 years by inquiring, "Are you coming downstairs or heading to the garage?" He mumbles a response and states he is heading downstairs instead of the garage. But often, it is the garage, so one can't know. Nonetheless, the downstairs it is. So now my task begins. My choices become either television that he will watch, which may change, or the television he will not watch. Instead, he will put in earbuds, surf Amazon and give up the occasional glance. My actions are influenced. He prefers I am in the room, but he loves to control the television. While I love him dearly, sometimes I wish he'd go to the garage. Then, there is no television.
By Lynn Hummer2 years ago in Poets
The Seven-Year-Old Child with the Thousand-Year-Old Soul
Rescuing abused horses is a mighty task. Each circumstance brings its’ own set of challenges. In sixteen years of helping the neglected, this particular event still sits at the forefront of my heart and mind, guiding me through many difficult days. I met her on Monday. I stood quietly and stared in complete disbelief. The pain and suffering inflicted upon this lovely mare are nearly indescribable. My heart sank. My girlfriend cried all night, and I simply could not ignore this mare. Daisy needed help, and I was determined to be the one. I joined forces with my friends Kendra and Frances. We scrambled to put together a decent bribe. The owner casually mentioned that he was keeping her alive just for the baby. Our determination steadied. We made a reasonable offer and paid half up front. It’s difficult doing business with the devil.
By Lynn Hummer2 years ago in Petlife
More Than Fog On Little Cat Feet
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But everything and everyone hears differently. An illuminated sound gives the unheard a physical presence. And when I spotted the luminescence on the black horizon, I could feel the scream.
By Lynn Hummer2 years ago in Fiction
