Thursday, July 30, 2009
Last night, both horses had blood trails down their necks from the huge black horseflies, some of which are an inch and a half long. I've been spraying them while they eat. They usually dance a bit, hinting they might walk off, but we're talking about my two, and walk away from food? Yuh, like THAT would ever happen! But it did.
I sprayed Poco, but Jaz decided he was outta there. I tried several times before grabbing a lead rope. He trotted around the back of the run-in shed, spooked Poco, and they both charged across the dry creek bed. Now I was committed — I had to catch him for the win. This quickly turned into the best horsey game ever.
As soon as I'd get within about 10 feet, my normally easy-to-catch ponies took off to the opposite end of the property. Then they'd toss their heads, which looked remarkably like the equine equivalent of humans slapping their thighs while doubled over with laughter.
I bet y'all know how this battle was won.
"Will whore for cookies."
Score another one for Mom.