The Kelvington Escadrille

FTLComm - Kelvington - July 1, 1999

A few miles North of Kelvington this gang of uniformly coloured horses caught my eye as I was driving by and I turned around and came back to get a picture of this pleasant troop. The remarkable thing about this bunch was their similarity

from one to the other and the colts seemed almost indistinguishable from each other.

These sturdy animals are not large horses but seem more like a large pony being smaller then a quarter horse.

They were completed unperturbed by me stopping the van by then and then getting out and walking over to the fence for a chat. I opened the conversation by asking them some questions about how long they had been here in the Kelvington area and what they thought of their surroundings. I realise that these human questions would provoke little interest from this clan but at least I did not cause them to retreat from my questions. One individual, though she did not reply

did walk over to get closer acquainted with me. I remembered my encounter with the draft horse a while back and the lesson I had learned about grass and immediately grabbed a handful of the stuff and offered it to her (the horse pictured above). Though she did not reply she quickly grabbed it and proceeded to ingest the peace offering while I prattled on.

One is immediately aware of the difference between the level of the grass in the pasture with that on the other side of the fence. The pasture has been mowed down to a little over an inch while the alfalfa and broom was knee deep where I was standing.

I grabbed another handful and waved it and I could see that these individuals understood the common language of appetite and satisfaction. They all got up or left what they were doing and came over to see what I had in my hand. I was impressed with how polite they were and how they showed a certain level of respect for each other as they came up to the fence. I thought that they showed remarkable restraint and an

impressive level of group awareness. This small cultural group had its own hierarchy and order of things yet there was consideration for the young members of the society. For each adult there is a fowl all only a few months old.

The pleasant features included the short manes on most and their light coloured coats.

But just as in every crowd there are individuals who, aware of it or not can not help but stand out from the rest one definitely sexy character moved through the group toward me. She had that alluring look of a naughty mare to her darker in colour then her fellow pasture mates and her wild windblown mane gave her the look of mystery and intreque

I was sure I heard a rather guttural murmur about "Have you got anything for me, bald guy?" Then she took a step closer focused her gaze on me and the cross species problems clearly became obvious between us. I am certain that she realised just

as quickly as I that our relationship was not going to go anywhere. I picked up some alfalfa, thinking perhaps a gesture of
this kind would be appropriate to signally to her what could have been and she replied with a haughty grabbing of my

offering, as she ripped the foliage from my hands and dropped it to the ground then began to nibble in her own special way.

I was immediately shaken from this momentary encounter and noticed the exceptionally well formed and sure footed movements of the colts. Though only months old they have grown quickly.

The answer to my questions is in the nature of this group. There is a good chance this is a herd of female horses who are impregnated each year and their urine is collected to be used in the production of human birth control pills. This would explain the flock of this year's young and also explain the gentle and friendly nature of the mares as they are used to humans

in their midst and have learned to accept them come to rely upon them for support and shelter.

Such remarkable beings as these living and working in cooperation with our species truly impresses me and each encounter brings me closer to understanding the important level of harmony between they and us. How we can get along so well and yet retain our dignity and individuality. It strikes me that in those many parts of this planet where individuals of the same species are able to find simple differences between them, exploit those differences and turn to violence while inter-species relationships like this are without warfare and abuse.


*FTLComm - Kelvington - July 1, 1999*
A few miles North of Kelvington this gang of uniformly coloured horses caught my eye as I was driving by and I turned around and came back to get a picture of this pleasant troop. The remarkable thing about this bunch was their similarity
from one to the other and the colts seemed almost indistinguishable from each other. These sturdy animals are not large horses but seem more like a large pony being smaller then a quarter horse. They were completed unperturbed by me stopping the van by then and then getting out and walking over to the fence for a chat. I opened the conversation by asking them some questions about how long they had been here in the Kelvington area and what they thought of their surroundings. I realise that these human questions would provoke little interest from this clan but at least I did not cause them to retreat from my questions. One individual, though she did not reply
did walk over to get closer acquainted with me. I remembered my encounter with the draft horse a while back and the lesson I had learned about grass and immediately grabbed a handful of the stuff and offered it to her (the horse pictured above). Though she did not reply she quickly grabbed it and proceeded to ingest the peace offering while I prattled on.
One is immediately aware of the difference between the level of the grass in the pasture with that on the other side of the fence. The pasture has been mowed down to a little over an inch while the alfalfa and broom was knee deep where I was standing. I grabbed another handful and waved it and I could see that these individuals understood the common language of appetite and satisfaction. They all got up or left what they were doing and came over to see what I had in my hand. I was impressed with how polite they were and how they showed a certain level of respect for each other as they came up to the fence. I thought that they showed remarkable restraint and an
impressive level of group awareness. This small cultural group had its own hierarchy and order of things yet there was consideration for the young members of the society. For each adult there is a fowl all only a few months old.
The pleasant features included the short manes on most and their light coloured coats. But just as in every crowd there are individuals who, aware of it or not can not help but stand out from the rest one definitely sexy character moved through the group toward me. She had that alluring look of a naughty mare to her darker in colour then her fellow pasture mates and her wild windblown mane gave her the look of mystery and intreque I was sure I heard a rather guttural murmur about "Have you got anything for me, bald guy?" Then she took a step closer focused her gaze on me and the cross species problems clearly became obvious between us. I am certain that she realised just
as quickly as I that our relationship was not going to go anywhere. I picked up some alfalfa, thinking perhaps a gesture of this kind would be appropriate to signally to her what could have been and she replied with a haughty grabbing of my
offering, as she ripped the foliage from my hands and dropped it to the ground then began to nibble in her own special way. I was immediately shaken from this momentary encounter and noticed the exceptionally well formed and sure footed movements of the colts. Though only months old they have grown quickly. The answer to my questions is in the nature of this group. There is a good chance this is a herd of female horses who are impregnated each year and their urine is collected to be used in the production of human birth control pills. This would explain the flock of this year's young and also explain the gentle and friendly nature of the mares as they are used to humans
in their midst and have learned to accept them come to rely upon them for support and shelter.
Such remarkable beings as these living and working in cooperation with our species truly impresses me and each encounter brings me closer to understanding the important level of harmony between they and us. How we can get along so well and yet retain our dignity and individuality. It strikes me that in those many parts of this planet where individuals of the same species are able to find simple differences between them, exploit those differences and turn to violence while inter-species relationships like this are without warfare and abuse.