Scrolling my social media feed, I noticed a close friend had put a plea out asking if anyone knew about the little loose pony abandoned on a nearby public footpath. Her description was of a little colt foal who was frantically running up and down the open fields in between hiding in a hedge. His location meant that there was very little stopping him from getting onto the road, which ran straight into the centre of town. I contacted my friend and asked her to give me directions of where to find this pony and agreed to go check him out the following morning.
That next morning I walked in the icy frost across the fields looking for a "coloured colt foal hiding in a hedge". It took a good 40 minutes for me to find what I assumed must be the pony in question. But what I found was a filly, minimally coloured and with a tail chopped short giving the appearance of a foal from a distance. I could immediately see this horse was young, but it was no foal. The choppiness of her tail was man-made, as were her obvious hip-bones and clear poor health. She was loose in the field on an open bridleway but was friendly enough to approach me after I had arched around her once or twice. When she did approach me, she was over-curious! Getting right up in my face to the point I had to ask her to step back. She was young, perhaps 2 or 3 at most, and thin, with no food or water in sight other than the boggy marshland on which she stood. I asked around the local travellers but they told me the did not know who owned her.
I contacted my friend and advised her to put abandonment notices up, and if nobody claimed her, we would arrange to move her to my rescue. After all, it would take a miracle to get her there and doing so would probably save her life.
The next day, with the notices already in place and armed with hay and a rug, my friend made her way to the ponies "field" to try and provide her with some comfort. However, as she arrived, the filly was nowhere to be seen. She had been moved under the cover of darkness and it seemed all hope of helping her was lost. The notices were removed and my friend, feeling sorrowful, returned home, unable to think of anything but this sorry little filly who had spent so many days hiding in the hedgeback.
By that afternoon, however, the now famous little filly had reappeared on a nearby roundabout fighting a neck tether and almost reaching out into traffic in her panic. Once again no food or water in sight, and now looking slightly more disheveled than before. The fear in her was palpable and the lack of fluids was causing her eyes to appear protruded from her skull.
It was then, with renewed desire, my friend and I decided we would approach the local travelers and ask once again if they knew anything of her, as she was now tethered only yards from their camp.
The following morning we would venture into the traveler camp, unaware of what to expect or what we may find or even how well we would be received. But we had to take the risk. This little filly needed some help, and we needed to have a little faith that it would all turn out OK...
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