Greetings to one and all,

It is with a heavy heart that I write this missive and it is the doubly hard
because a few years ago I did the same thing for another great horse, his
mother. It is time for our horse Wyndyll to cross the Rainbow Bridge. We have
been struggling with ulcers with Wyndy for many months and the time has come
that we need to let him be out of pain and in peace. We have made to the
decision to give him a burial in the Kersey pasture that is along the river,
where Deer, Turkeys and other wildlife will keep him company.

For those of you who knew him, Wyndy was a character to say the very least. He
came into the world in May of 1983 and was an individual from the very
beginning. On his 2nd day of life, he greeted my with a double barrel kick that
could severely damaged me if I had not moved away in time! Wyndy was the son of
my first horse, Star, and a quarter horse stallion names Zipper Red Chief and
his full name was Star's Windy Zipper, but the only time he went by that name
was at Stock horse shows. All other times his main name was Wyndy, as well as
many other names that are not to be mentioned in polite company. To say that
Wyndy was a character is to completely understate what he was. Wyndy was above
all else versatile, he showed english and western, worked at the sale barn, gave
numerous pony rides, walked in lots of parades and rocked the house as a
combined driving horse. At the end of his career he was a medieval recreation
warhorse, teaching everyone from Kings and Queens, Knights, Dukes down to the
lowliest peasant to ride. His ground manners were probably the worst you have
ever seen from a broke horse, but once he was under saddle or in harness he was
dependable and fearless. He never balked at a new challenge and anything new
was an adventure for him. He knew the difference between a scared to death
beginner and an accomplished one, and he could always tell me in a second if the
person on his back was really a knowledge rider or if they were a "wanna be".
If the person on his back was a "wanna be" Wyndy went out of his way to make
them look like a total idiot and then the next minute would be the perfect
gentleman for a small child or someone who was scared to death of being on a
horse. Many people was be very leary of getting on him when they would see his
ground manners but once they were up, they had the best time of their lives and
would get off of him with a smile on their face and a request for another ride
sometime in the future.

My relationship with him was..... colorful, to say the least! There were times
when I wanted to take him out and shoot him in the head, but then he could turn
around and make me look like the most gifted trainer that walked the earth! He
has bitten, kicked, trod upon me, bucked me off and even fallen down with me,
but I always knew that he liked me and the home we gave him. From the beginning
of his career as a show horse at the age of 3 months, he was a ham! He loved
the show ring and the attention he got while in it and as soon as we would come
out of the ring and get off he was usually up to his antics again! No matter
what he always carried me with courage and joy, and would tolerate many things
that would have done a lesser horse in.

Wyndy has been recognized by the best professionals in the industry and by the
Royalty of the Society of Creative Anachronism, as well as many in between.
Mostly he was recognized as my partner in crime and a care taker of my husband,
my daughter, my mother and many friends.

Like his mother, Wyndy was my friend and teacher. He taught me many things but
most of all he taught me patience and love. I will miss him with all my heart,
but I know that he will be well accompanied in the land across the rainbow
bridge, where his mother, Star, his father Zipper, his pasture mates Corey,
Blue, Zeke and his friends Duck, Rusty, Dazzler, Pawnee and many others all wait
for him to come across the bridge and be returned to his normal, healthy and
ornery self. There will be no more medicines, supplements or other nastiness
for him to endure. Just sweet grass, clear cool water and bright sunny weather
waiting for him.

So tomorrow morning when some of you head out to feed your own beasties, and all
of you get ready to head out for your day and the holiday weekend, please take a
moment between 7:00 and 8:00 am (mountain time) and remember him and his gallant
life.

Good-bye my friend, I will miss you and all of your dastardly deeds and most of
all the smiles you gave me throughout your life.

Jeanne Mitchell
AKA THLady Moyra MacColla


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