Wednesday was an exciting day here.
It didn’t start out that way, but shortly after The Kid got on the school bus, things went a little…interesting.
After I let the birds out, fed and watered them, I came in to finish up some photo editing and uploads…check out the newest album of Great Train Robbery photos here:
So, I’m getting ready to upload, windows are open, it’s quiet…until I hear the mares…squealing and whinnying.
At first, I figure it just them playing…they do that, every now and then, squeal and be silly with each other.
But then, it happens again, with a bit more urgency.
That’s when I got up and looked out the window…
I saw what I thought was a huge dog running into the yard.
It was no dog.
It was this:
I have no idea where he came from, or who he belongs to.
I did learn mighty fast though, that he was a stud.
That’s what all the squealing was about.
Said no full size mare owner ever when a mini stud arrives out of nowhere.
So, the first order of business was to get the little goober secured, safely away from the mares and safely away from the road.
Not fun when you’re one person with a grain bucket to lead a horny little devil *away* from 3 increasingly horny girls.
I needed backup.
I called out Hubby.
Once he got home, the plan was to lead our gentlest, yet most interested mare across the driveway, and let him follow her into the front pasture. Once they were in, Hubby would lead Astrid out and I’d close the gate.
It all went to plan, until he stuck his nose right up Astrid’s business and she double-barreled him.
He went rolling over backwards, popped up and started prancing…
“See!!! I *am* man enough for you, Mare! I can take a hit!”
Thankfully he wasn’t hurt physically…maybe his over inflated pride was, but his body was just fine.
Hubby led Astrid back across the drive, while I closed the gate…little shit tried charging me, but got a sound whap on his pretty little nose from the lunge whip.
Yup, I get it.
My mares make you want to bring your milkshake to their yard, but it ain’t happening!
By this time, we were all tired, fried from the sun, Sketchy Pete (which is what I was calling him) needed some (more) water and damn, but I needed a beer!
But, still work to do…
I had called the RCMP earlier and posted his picture on FB (hoping someone in the area might know him and come get him), and now had to get a hold of Animal Control.
Hubby went off the visit the closest vet clinic, hoping maybe they knew the little jerk.
Nope, nothing there either.
Thankfully, Animal Control got back to me in pretty short order, and once they had a trailer lined up, they came and we got him loaded up.