This morning me and my dad took a trailer load of brush over to the recycling place again. First trip in a month - guess we're getting there lol. Went to Tractor Supply and got 3 40# bags of bedding and 10 40# bags of lime. That's 520# I moved 3 times. Once from the pallet to the cart, from the cart to the truck, and then from the truck to the barn.
Then I came in and cleaned the house since I have friends coming over tonight. So far nothing out of the ordinary...right?
So, besides what I did this morning - I then did my work out and decided to brush Nick. On the way out mom mentioned the fields needed to be mucked. I figured I'd do the fields first because I needed to get a shower as well and Nick wasn't that dirty so I can brush him after I shower even. Good thing I mucked first...
I started in the small paddock that the stalls look out into. Everything was normal, nothing amiss. Then I moved into the arena field in which Nick and Jewel were grazing. I got a few looks and heads went back down - seemed like a perfect August day so far. Finished up their field and moved into the large pasture. Nick normally follows me around when I do chores, but instead he watched me walk into the other field and stayed where he was.
I figured he was just munching on a good patch and I took a moment before I continued to muck. I was in the top of the large pasture at that point. I bent down to pick up my wheelbarrow - muck rake sticking out of the side - and looked out across the top of the field searching for poo piles. There I saw them....
Hundred(s) of ground wasps flying at grass level O.O I put the wheelbarrow back down and backed to the gate slowly (some were around my legs). I then shut and locked the gate and got help. Enter the cavalry. Me and mom on foot armed with cans of wasp spray with dad on the riding mower (he had been mowing anyway) with spray aboard. We entered the field and there the wasps were, just where I left them. And so - we attacked!
Me and mom were covering dad from the back while he "rode" into the swarm. Six empty cans later he was mowing the field just to kill whatever may have fallen. We didn't find any evidence of a nest, so wonder if they were scouting to build one. This was the only time we have seen them and will keep an eye out for any that may think of returning.
No wonder the horses weren't in their usual field napping despite what time it was. Good thing I have smart ponies.