Patience is not one of my strong points. While I like the buzz of city traffic, I don’t want to wait in stand-still traffic or wait for a parking space, for that matter.
Small town living caters to my impatience. I drive up to the gas pump and the people inside immediately flip the pump on because they know me. I always get a front-row-Joe parking spot at the grocery store. It’s 30 miles from my house to town; it takes 25 minutes because there is never a traffic jam.
Cattle and young horses need time to warm up to a person no matter how well they know you. They sense your impatience, agitation, worry and any other emotion you may have.
I fed the little herd that hangs out near the in-laws’ house yesterday.
They were on the opposite side of the fence so I could dump their cake over the fence and not be run over by them as they hurried to get their share.
Since it was a beautiful day–no wind, warm air and quiet calm–I sat on my side of the fence and just watched and listened to the little buggers for a while.
It took a while but eventually each one of them came over to me, sniffed my shoe and let me give them a little scratch on the ear. This herd is generally used to people but they don’t stay close long enough for conversation.
I had the same experience with two young horses. Neither has yet been handled much.
It was fun to slowly reach out and give them a little nuzzle on their noses without spooking them. My daughter joined me and it was even more fun to watch her.
Patience is a virtue. Patience is a gift.