Tue 12 Jan, 2010 02:47 pm
Hooves to whatever. Just curious.
they do like to eat western breakfast from what I understand
Do you have a mane like a horse, gustav?
....he probably has the same appetite as a horse..
Yup, they pick on each other, kick each other, covet both food and the other sex, like to roll in the dirt, some vote Repub, some Dem, ...
Oy, is it THAT time of the month again?
Yes, gussie, horses are very like humans. You thinking of dating one?
I saw the horses the other side ta the creek so I grabbed a bag of baby carrots and moseyed on over. They don't like to cross when it's slick and melt water is running over the surface. Fact is, they're not all that big on crossing unless it's just open water - "you go first", "no way you go, I went first last time", "wait there comes jtt & the dogs, they'll go first.
Got there, passed around a few carrots, murmurs of appreciation all round, even from two of the dogs, then set back out over the crick. They all look at each other, "well, if a human and dogs can do it so can we".
Got to the other side and some got downright giddy, bucking and stompin', kicking up their heels. meanwhile two are nuzzlin' at my pockets, "are the carrots in this one?"
So I yell, "let's go" and start to run and they're all running around in circles crow-hopping front and back, a few in full rodeo buckin' mode, then it's on up the hill runnin' up and down the fenceline, the young ones showing off, the ole ones laughing.
Then into the paddock for a bit of alfalfa. Things quieted down for a while, a lazy afternoon, resting on one then another's back while they ate. Tried it three times with the young 'un but she'd have none of that, she couldn't keep her eye on me up there to see when I brought the carrots out agin.
Then the strangest thing, my dog's in heat, and one of the other dogs is a male. I'd been keeping my eye on them, he didn't seem as interested as she was. I got distracted with the horses and sure as shootin' right there in the middle of the paddock, I turn and they're locked in love's embrace. That's one embrace that once it's on, you don't disembrace.
Two mares take a moment out from chawin' hay to come over, much to the bitch's consternation, to see what was goin' on. They thought this was the neatest thing, the two of them stood there for the whole mating period, nuzzling the dogs.
The male wasn't at all concerned but the female didn't think that this was too cool, having two 1100 pound horses in her boudoir; I guess she figured her first crack at makin' it would be a bit more private.
But the horses thought it was cool. They just kept nuzzlin, the young one would go into a little crow-hopping dance, then come back and nuzzle some more. When the two dogs, locked in a kama sutra that I couldn't explain, let alone draw, started to slip around in the mud, the older horse let them lean against her legs for support.
After it was all over, [how long do they go, I figure that it was 10 to 15 minutes and what makes the lock come off] it was back to nibblin' hay, resting in the Sun, belly and chin rubs and snoozing for us all.
Then out onto the ridge to get the late afternoon Sun. I went and dug the mineral block out of a snowbank - "hey kids, candy" - broke off chunks and passed them all around.
I left them with the Sun going down and headed back in. I think I'd better go check to see if they want an escort across the creek.