I did write out a story last night and then lost the lot.
Ladytrails - most of my experiences involve mud, I live in the UK!
Just a quickie!
I had not long been working for my late boss, (it was before we moved here) The fields were a short walk down quite a busy road.
I had been out fox hunting. It had been a good day but had poured with rain for the last couple of hours and I was wet through my hunting coat and my boots full of water.
I rode back home and washed the horse off.
There were two 2 year old and a yearling turned out in the field down the road, they were standing with their tails against the wind and rain, heads down and shivering, I decided to get them in and called the boss to help me.
I hadn't changed as there seemed no point. We went down to the field and I called the horses but they were cold and miserable and would not come so I went across to get them.
Now this was wet land, I waded my way across to get them whilst the boss waited at the gate.
I caught two of the horses and started to wade my way back to the gate. The horses were trying to pick the best ground (as was I) so were walking well to the side of me. The third horse stayed under the hedge and then decided to follow, as I knew he would, he came at a canter and went between me and one of the lead horses.
I tried to hang on but had no chance, ended up flat on my face in the mud and wet.
The horse tool off at a gallop around the field whilst I tried to stand. I would extricate one leg or arm and then fall trying to get the other out of the human swallowing mud.
I finally managed to stand, the boss was concerned and asked if I was all right. I could just see myself and was in fits of laughter making one loud " Yuk!" before laughing.
I managed to get moving to the gate and the horses, warmed from their charge around came to the gate.
From that time on Boss would join me in laughing at incidents such as this - mostly happening to me rather than him but ditto if the boot was on the other foot.
A while after this an incident happened at the dairy farmer' who did all the land work for us.
I had been competing at a show and had taken his two children with me. I had sen to the horses and driven the two children home.
As I drove into the farm there was a cow trying to calve in the calving box. I told John that she looked as if she was having problems.
She was and John took her out of the stable and put her in a crush to straighten out the calf. The crush was near the collecting yard by the dairy.
John's wife, Chris, was injecting the cow with calcium and John got the leg of the calf straight and put the calving ropes on its feet.
He used the calving jack and got the calf so its legs and nose were out before the cow went down.
Now, we were in a drought situation and hosepipes were banned so the yard had not been washed down for a week or more.
Most will know that cow ****e spreads like no other so it was not easy to get a grip with your feet on the slippery ground.
John continued with the calving jack to get the calf born. He was on the ground sitting behind the cow, the calf was now front leg and head out but no further. The jack was out as far as it would go.
I helped by moving the ropes so they were above the calf's knees - it came as far as its shoulders.
Things were looking as if we were going to loose both calf and cow,
The calf was a monster.
It ended up with me sitting in front of John, he had the ropes and I had a towel wrapped around the calf's torso and, like rowing a boat, we pulled in harmony.
Finally he was born, and we lifted him to a clean stable waiting to see if the cow would stand.
John started to go on the his wife about the state of the yard - there was nothing she could do about it which he knew but, he had to have a go at someone.
I looked at him and he was covered in cow ****e and I knew I was as bad. Chris was not a lot better. The two children were clean as they were stood watching from the dairy. I started to laugh and when John wiped the sweat away from his brow with the back of his hand, he smeared more across his forehead which convulsed me.
Ignoring the rantings I started to laugh. Chris, the wife looked at me and as our eyes caught each other, she joined in. The children were laughing and all I could see was two people smeared in cow muck and knew I was in the same state.
Poor John never stood a chance. The more he ranted the more we laughed and in the end he had to give up - he looked at all of us and when he said "What's so funny?" we were off again.
Gasping all I could say was "Look at the state we are in!" Only then did he start to roar. Whilst we were still roaring, the cow calmly rose to her feet and wandered, a little stiffly, to the stable where he calf was.
I was fortunate to be brought up in a family that sees the funny side of life. In many situations when adversity seems to be weighing you down, there are two choices, you either laugh it away or you feel sorry for yourself and cry.
I have found the former a far better way of coping.