I’d been visiting with relatives this afternoon into the evening, so I didn’t get home until late. I filled up the feed buckets at 11 p.m. and went around to make sure everybody had adequate feed and water.
It was almost midnight when I splashed through the back gate to feed the chickens in the back pasture. At the edge of the little duck pond, at the far range of my flashlight, Breeze stood drinking. “BREEZE! What in the world are you doing in here?” I asked in astonishment, for this wasn’t her pasture, and I would have a helluva time rounding her up this late. She lifted her head, dripping water, and looked at me, then I blinked in astonishment. She wasn’t there. Then I remembered that she was dead and would never be there. “What the…?”
I shone my flashlight around the little pool, trying to see what had tricked my eyes into seeing Breeze. There were some weeds at the far end, but they were not horse sized. They were also not chestnut. Was it the ducks splashing? Well, the ducks are black and white, and were on the other side of the pond. Maybe a deer? No, Puppy would have immediately given chase to a deer in the pasture. It wasn’t Puppy, either. He had been in the pasture checking the perimeter before I came in, then exited carrying the dessicated carcass of a long deceased animal as I entered and was now behind me.
So, I still don’t know.