My minimal exposure to animals changed last weekend in Montauk, New York, at the eastern tip of Long Island, where a majority of the land is preserved. On my first walk, I said hello to a momma and baby dear. The second day, she stood in the yard and mimicked me when I wagged my hips three times. As I talked to her, she moved closer. How shocking, since I never connect with the bunnies and groundhogs at home.
Next I met Yankee, a strong willed horse with a thick coat ready for winter. On our trail ride through the forest on the way to the beach, he tested me. I sang Yankee Doodle Dandy verses and after a soft rendition of Oh What a Beautiful Morning, he finally settled. By the end of the ride, I felt like we were best friends.
Why did I not realize the intuitive connection between myself and an animal? Too concerned with children and adults, I narrowed my world. In Montauk, through the haze of prior ignorance, I found a special kind of fun. As my grumpy dad used to say, we learn something new every day.