This is in reference to my previous post, just look! Someone needs to do something. Not only are those chickens everywhere, now they are laying eggs in MY food! Back to my fan, I go!
Happy Trails To You!
Okay, I generally don't complain, but look at my face. This is not the face of a happy horse. There are some things that just need to be kept sacred. My food being the priority. Can someone please explain to those rotten chickens that inhabit the barn that my food is NOT meant for their personal entertainment! I mean eating their chicken scratch is my privilege, I'm Pie. They do not have the same rights. Someone please explain it to them. As you can tell, I had to go stand under my fan to cool off!
Happy Trails To You!
Not really part three, just the third time we have posted this. Hopefully the text will post with it this time. This is a good story and I think you will enjoy it.
We all know how the keeper has an ongoing battle with all kinds of critters to keep them from eating her chickens. This includes opossums, hawks, raccoons, and dogs. She is diligent and plugs all the holes as she finds them, but sometimes even diligence is not enough and we lose some.
The Keeper was opening the gate to leave yesterday and she noticed a large full grown red tailed hawk in the neighbor's tree. He was a gorgeous specimen and the Keeper was admiring his looks as he sat there since he was no where near the barn or our chickens. At that moment, the Keeper realized he was looking at something on the ground that just happened to be a small bantam hen. The Keeper and the hawk dove at the same time. Point goes to the hawk because he got there first and pinned the chicken. The Keeper was a few seconds behind. Not being one to give up easily, the Keeper started yelling and waving her arms. Point to the Keeper because the hawk let go of the chicken. As the Keeper dived for the chicken, the hawk was trying to get away from this crazy human person. The hawk, the Keeper and the chicken all ended up in a tussle. The hawk got away with no injuries and the Keeper suffered minor scratches from the escaping hawk. Even though the hawk and the Keeper tied, the real winner was the bantam hen. She gets to live to eat bugs for another day. Yea!
Happy Trails To You!
This is my buddy, Durango. It seems he is under house arrest. He is accused of destroying the watering system at the barn. He and Ben were in the pasture when it happened, and the only ones with access to the destroyed parts. Since he has a history of tearing things up, he was the one locked up for the crime.
This is all that is left of the complicated, insulated watering system to the barn. It is the system that supplied water to the outside water trough. If you look closely, you will see two faucets that were taken out as well as several breaks in the pvc pipe. It has been completely destroyed.
That is our almost barn cat, Jekyll, photobombing the damage.
The whole thing had to be capped off inside the barn. Apparently when the damage was discovered, I was under it enjoying the impromptu waterfall in the 95 degree weather. This is hearsay, because there are no photos to document this accusation. The Keeper swears I was behind the whole thing and put Durango up to doing it all.
I really don't see how anyone could think that of such an innocent old guy like me. That shower sure felt good though! Happy Trails To You!
Well I went to put up a new post and realized that the whole post did not go up last time. I guess I just left everyone hanging for the past couple of days. What a cliffhanger, heh?
Okay, here is the story. We had just come off an entire month of flooding and raining. The Keeper went and bought a truck load of those little pellets made up of sawdust to help dry up the barn. When those things open up, they make the softest sawdust bed that this old horse just loves. Tuck some damp sand under them to make it cool and it is heaven for these old bones.
With this in mind, let me paint you a picture of how it all began. With the sawdust all over the barn, I had to pick the softest spot for my sleepy time. That took a long time because I had to try out many places. Because of my age and who I am, the keeper lets me roam the barn at night and choose which stall I would like to sleep in for the night. Well on that particular night, the softest spot was not in a stall but in the alleyway. Right in the big middle of everything. So when the Keeper came out to feed, I was kind of in the way. Oh, all right, totally in the way. I was so comfortable I didn't want to move. Check out the picture below. Don't I look comfortable?
So the Keeper made me get up much to my personal chagrin. I must admit I was a little bit ticked even though she put me out to graze on green grass. I'm generally pretty good when she does that, but this time I was looking for mischief or payback if you will.
The Keeper had closed the gates to the street like she always does when she lets me out and I've been such a good boy that she didn't seat the gate or put the lock back on. I saw this was my opportunity to get back at her for making me get up and see if the grass was really greener on the other side. I pushed the gate open while she was feeding and took off to the street.
Well the street was not it was cracked up to be, that thing is hard and hurts my feet so I went back to the grass and just grazed my way down the road. As a matter of fact, I heard the Keeper tell someone that I had left a trail in the grass from my grazing. Did not know the Keeper was also a tracker, huh.
Anyway, as I was grazing this funny looking vehicle pulls up with all these flashy lights. He looked like he was in a hurry to get somewhere, but stopped close to me. I didn't really care at the time, I had found a wonderful patch of clover that I was really enjoying. I glanced at him and he was talking into one of those small boxes that everyone seems to have these days. Right about then the Keeper shows up. She tells me to behave myself and comeback to the barn. She used a rope around my neck to make sure I complied. I was surprised, she generally just tells me where to go and I do it. As we were walking back to the barn, the Keeper explained to me that horses just can't run wild in the town, that they get picked up and taken to horsey jail. Someone had called in my escape and I was almost a horsey jailbird.
The Keeper kept me from going to horsey jail, that's a good thing. I almost had a police record at age 40. Boy, that was close, Next time maybe I will get up when the Keeper asks me to and not have such an attitude. Or it could just depend on how comfy I am. We will have to wait and see.
Happy Trails To You!
PS. I have included a pic of my jailbreak. Notice I am on the wrong side of the fence. Hee Hee!