Hoarse little horses
Posted: Saturday, 15 November 2008 |
What a noise little horses can make, then add in some more, when the Highland starts neighing too. If this is a sign of things to come when the real weaning happens, I might not be too popular in the neighbouthood.
The wee man, is a pretty independant little so and so and doesn't mind being taken out for walks on his own and he spends a lot of his time at the opposite side of the field to mum. I have therefore decided it is a good idea to start separating the mare and foal for short times to get them used to the idea. 'Wee man' goes in the stable, whilst ginger girl stays outside with a handful of pony nuts in a bucket. Now wee man is pretty cool about it all, but the mare is neighing madly and running about the field until she realises her peedie boy isn't coming back any time soon. Thereafter, the occasional high pitched neighs echo across the hill.
Two hours later the wee man is ever so chuffed to rejoin mum and have a sook of milk, then run off to be on his own again. Ah! the joys of weaning to come!
Comments
Your blogs are fascinating, NJ! It's great to read about the horses - I don't think any of the other IBers have horses.
Jill from EK
remember what Mark Twain said about horses: "Dangerous at both ends and uncomfortable in the middle". If he hadn't been feeling tetchy that day, he could have added "And nice to stroke".
Barney from Swithiod spreading wisdom
I love the smell of them too, especially on a warm day...didn't Robert Redford make a fillum about Horse Sniffers?
Flying Cat from manura manura manya
i wonder if mares ever realy forget their foals and stop pining for them. I remember as a child that we were at a show with our Haflinger mare who had been separated from her foal quite a few years before. A beautiful foal was led past us and she went mad trying to get to it.
tanith from lewis
EffCee, especially their noses, all warm and velvety, and puffs of warm, moist breath in your hand. And you can skritch them on the bit just higher than their velvety nose, in the short hairs, just like you can skritch Stumpy (well, you could if you were here: I'll do it for you).
Barney from Swithiod down memory lane
Thank you.
Flying Cat from an admiring glance
Reflections and musings from a Highland lass, settled in Orkney, on life, work, and keeping ponies.
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