Close Call on Aznuzewski

Aznuzewski Lane is a long, very long, and picturesque driveway, or rather private road, off Route 40 heading toward Greenwich, and I'm pretty sure I almost died there. I drove down that road on a beautiful September day trying to find a teenager who was in our program. She had left home and was said to be living with her grandparents at that address. I parked my car in front of the trailer that was on the property where the worker lived. I stepped out of the car and saw a large white German Shepherd lying near the doorstep. He didn't bark, or even get up when I spoke to him. His demeanor seemed non-threatening, so I went up the step and knocked on the door. No one responded so I started back to my car. I could see to my left a large barn where a mare was tied to a post at the end of the barn , with her colt free by her side. A man, the grandfather, drove up in the field across from the driveway where I was getting ready to leave. He sat on the tractor, and told me that his grand-daughter was not living there at the time, and was proceeding to tell me where she might be found when all of a sudden he yelled to me. "Watch out for that horse!" I'm standing across the drive from where he was sitting on his tractor in the field, and there is the colt charging down from the other end of the driveway straight at me. I was more than willing to "Watch out," but couldn't see where that would get me. If I'd tried to run toward my car, my back would be turned,and I was pretty sure I couldn't make it in time anyway. It is true this was only a colt, but it was a very tall and large colt, almost full grown, just not yet filled out to horse status. I must have appeared pretty helpless, because suddenly the man jumped off his tractor just as the colt neared where I was awaiting my fate, assuming that I was to be kicked by a horse. The grandfather ran up to the horse, yelling at it as loud as he could, and smacked it as hard as he could. The colt ran back to its mother. The man, climbing back on his tractor, told me that it was a particularly mean horse. I asked him if it kicked, (since I'd been readying myself for that.) "No, he said,"it jumps up on you." I knew then that I would have been dead.