The Night Daddy Found the Horses in Snow Drifts

By Cathey Frei
Published on December 3, 2010
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My oldest sister with hawk-eye vision finally spotted him in the distance leading Daisy, with her long-legged colt hopping through the snow behind them.
My oldest sister with hawk-eye vision finally spotted him in the distance leading Daisy, with her long-legged colt hopping through the snow behind them.
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My sisters and I found warmth in the 1961 Chevy wagon.
My sisters and I found warmth in the 1961 Chevy wagon.

After a record-breaking snowfall on December 22, 1963, that left Memphis, Tennessee, with 14 inches on the ground, my father, two older sisters and I listened to the clickety-clack of snow chains whirring along treacherous roads as we drove to our Dixieland farm. We were on a mission to search for a lost horse named Daisy and her new colt.

Daisy was my feisty, short-legged bay mare. Because she was always the fattest of the three horses Daddy “rescued from the glue factory,” we were completely surprised in late fall to realize she was in foal. Soon after that, she delivered a handsome stocking-footed, rust-colored colt. But they had not returned to the barn with the rest of the horses on this day when it began snowing, and with subzero temperatures forecast, we knew the colt might not survive if we didn’t find them.

When we finally arrived at the farm, we trudged along in knee-deep snow, our frosty breath evaporating in the bitter-cold night air. With our flashlights, we scanned the woods looking for them. But when we came to the open pastures, the glow from the full moon shimmered down, reflecting off the white-blanketed fields, providing all the light we needed. Peaceful stillness surrounded us, the only sounds being the crunching of crusty snow beneath our boots and occasional whistles to try to get Daisy’s attention.

We walked for hours through the snow searching for them. The colder it got, the more I worried about how such a young colt could possibly withstand the steadily dropping frigid temperatures. Daddy must have been thinking the same about us, because he finally said, “We’ve got to get back to the car. It’s way too cold out here now.”

“But we’ve got to find them,” I pleaded.

He shook his head. “We’re going to freeze to death if we stay out in this much longer.”

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