Friday, March 12, 2010

aaaahhhh Friday




So last night I go to clean stalls and feed horses......it has been raining and stalls are shall we say "full of it".........I want to clean in the daylight I have left so I go to Max and Ollie's first. I have two jackets on because it is cold. I start raking and picking and soon I am too warm.......so I take a jacket off and lay it on a top rail and then I get back to work. I am not paying much attention to the horses.......they are sort of milling around complaining to each other that there has been no food distributed as of yet. They bite at each other and push each other.......I tell them to knock it off and keep cleaning. It gets kind of quiet. Then I hear it.... a noise. Water splashing. I am on the back side of the loafing shed and I am like.......hmm.........what are they doing....step around to the front......to see that they have my jacket........both of them and they are playing with it in the water trough..........dunking it up and down while it makes a noise that delights them to no end. I take it from them. The zipper is crushed. My jacket no longer zips. It is soaking wet and so are the dollar bills that are in the pocket. Okay, okay..........I go and get hay for them. Idle hooves are the work of the devil, that is for sure.
You would think that that would be enough juvenile antics but when I pull up to the barn this morning.......late because I actually did sleep in..........and immediately my eye is drawn to the fact that there is a horse at the front paddock of the barn that doesn't belong there......why? because no horses at the front of the barn are wearing green turn out blankets and there definitely is a GREEN turnout blanketed horse at the front of the barn. OH boy. And who praytell is wearing a green turnout blanket? Max. Max is .........Max is a very big boy........17H, black, stocky.......and he is now in with mister old man TarBaby........and oh,,,,,,,,,if Max is out, then so is Ollie........another bruiser.........and he must also be in with TarBaby....but I don't see him yet.......or TarBaby either. My blood pressure is rising. I JUMP out of the truck, open the barn, run in .........and I see Ollie.........in TarBaby's stall.......eating....shortly joined by Max. Where is TarBaby? Out to the back loafing shed.......and there is TarBaby. Now I have three horses together and only one of me.......hmmm........what to do....what to do. No one is bleeding.......they all look okay......no one is fighting. I grab Tarbaby and lock him in the arena......then take Max and give him food.....grab Ollie......take him and give him hay too........okay everyone is back where they belong......now how did they get out? ......I examine the gate.......snap is broken.......gate pushed.......not enough to do and idle hooves are the work of the devil as I said.
Phew.......deep sigh. It could have been so much worse.......but I have a feeling that TarBaby held his own..........Max and Ollie are pushovers to alpha type horses. I am sure they were sorry about busting into TarBaby's paddock. ...I wish I could have seen it to begin with.

So it was Friday and I went to the feed store, to Starbucks, made phone calls and then went to see Winston........he is doing so well! Then back to the farm, feeding time again, check waters........tuck chickens in.......home to eat dinner.

Tomorrow we will do it all over again........

Pony UP fortune for tomorrow:

It's not all about YOU>

1 comment:

jrosey said...

Ha ha ha ha ha! Those trouble makers! Them furry critters sure do know how to get themselves into it, huh? Sorry to hear that your zipper broke, but I sure was cracking up at that part of the story. Sounds like those guys would get along great with my mischievous guy!