When Scott and Jackie Nelson first saw Coconut the horse, they couldn’t believe she was a Melbourne, Florida native.
Over three million people have marveled at how unique she is, and that’s because they had to record her beauty at the age of two days old to show the rest of the world.
At the age of two, the couple, who run a ranch named Down Under Colour and breed horses, took her outside for the first time on camera.
According to a YouTube description, Coconut is also referred to as a War Horse and has incredibly uncommon markings. The chief or the medicine man, a traditional and spiritual leader, would ride this horse, which was revered in Native American culture.
They must have one blue eye with liner surrounding it and a shield on their chest in order to qualify as a War Horse.
In Indian mythology, this eye is referred to as a Sky Eye. This one blue sky eye will convey the spirits of the Chief and Medicine Man to their gods if they perish in combat. That explains why she is so unique. Watch Coconut in the video below.
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I Found Out My Daughter-in-Law Uses Trips to My House as a Punishment — So I Came Up with a Smart Strategy
Upon learning that her daughter-in-law sends her grandchildren to her as a form of discipline, Gina feels both upset and determined. Instead of reacting angrily, she makes sure her home is a safe haven for her grandchildren. Eventually, she decides to teach her daughter-in-law an unforgettable lesson.
“We are only here because you ate that candy that Mom was saving for Dad, Jacob. Mom told you not to!” I overheard my grandson, Thomas, telling his younger brother.
I paused in the kitchen, torn between the fridge and the counter, straining to catch more of their conversation. My heart sank, dreading that I had heard Thomas correctly, as it could mean my grandchildren weren’t genuinely eager to visit me.
I walked towards them slowly, trying to act casual.
“What do you mean by that, sweetheart?” I asked.
Thomas looked up, eyes wide in surprise.
“Uh, nothing, Grandma,” he said quickly.
No, really, it’s okay,” I gently insisted, kneeling down to their level. “You can tell me anything.”
Thomas glanced at Jacob, who nervously bit his lip while gripping his toy.
“Well, every time we do something naughty, or we ask for things we shouldn’t…” Thomas hesitated.
“Yes, go on,” I encouraged gently.
“Mom says that she’ll send us to ‘that witch’s house.’”
“That witch?” I repeated, stunned.
Amanda, my daughter-in-law, had always been somewhat cold to me, but telling the kids such stories? It was heartbreaking. I had always tried to create a welcoming and safe space for my grandchildren.
But this?
Realizing Amanda was turning them against me was more than I could bear. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my voice, wondering what my grandchildren truly thought of me.
“Oh, honey,” I said. “I never wanted you to think of my home as a punishment. If you don’t want to come here, you don’t have to.”
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