Only having 50 sq yards of green grass on the place I have been allowing the horses to have a nibble every other day. Yesterday was Bugs turn. Stella did her normal rumble when he was let in and paced the fence line demonstrating her annoyance. Bugs was head down ass up eating. Me, well I was working on the old float improving its looks so as to make it more attractive to a prospective buyer.
Roslyn walked by and I heard her mumble, should try some of the preperations on yourself. Her expression was flat, no emotion. Must be missing Kate I thought, and let the remark go. Well to be honest, let it go, no. Stored for a later date.
Bugs had his munch and come time to go back into the paddock I called him. He came up to me and started to follow me into the paddock and as soon as he saw me begin to close the gate, as quick as a flash he rushed past, back to where we started.
I followed and he put his head down and walked just fast enough to slip past me each time I got to him. Then I had a brain wave. I yelled holt, and he did. Don't know why I did not do that right at the start, most likely because I was being entertained by his antics trying to stay with the grass. I took hold of him by the halter, turned him, started walking and he put in a pig root. (thats a little skip, hop and rear end buck) without any real issue. Into the paddock try and close the gate and he rushed past me again. Determined little flarker.
I won, he tried to push the gate open but settled down. SOOO lots of ground work required. He is to follow me at all times (which he normally does).
Stella. She has cut her leg just on top of the hoof. Looks like she has tried to get the gate open and lifted a large amount of flesh off. Now she is chewing on it to remove the flap. ****, now I need a vet to come in and trim the wound and I doubt it will have healed enough to go on the trek next week. I swear that horse has a 6th sence and knows just when the treks are on, and then screws it up. Can"t take Bugs he needs some miles on him. Boy time to pull him back into line.
Well I did talk about my horse to keep in with the thread, or rambled more like.
Hey, forgot to mention. Two nights ago a possum got into the house in the early morning hours. It came in through a kitchen window, made its way into the bed room and climbed onto the bed. Roslyn thought it was Ernie and started to kick him around. When Ernie gets on the bed its play time. Then she thought its a little heavy, opened her eyes and looked straight into the eyes of the possum which let out an allmighty scream and jumped off the bed. I have had the same reaction looking into the eyes of my beloved in the early hours too.
She chased the possum back out the window it came in. Ill trap and dispose of it later This possum has entertainment value.
Last edited by Stan; 03-09-2013 at 02:16 PM.