Mother Nature had yet another Ace card up her proverbial sleeve this morning. M J McDermott, Fox 13's meteorologist extraordinaire was almost bouncing on the spot in front of her weather forecast green screen....green, greener...yellow, orange and blue for the mountains...the double Doppler was in overdrive and the pineapple express weather system lurching in from Hawaii was not bringing sunshine to the Pacific North West. Rivers flooding, the chance of landslides, snow in the mountains, standing water on the roads... oh ....and don't forget to take your jacket with a hood! ( I love those inane weather warnings...you have just informed me that we are due a flood of epic proportions and you tell me not to forget ...not just my jacket, but my jacket with a hood. Thank you MJ, without your illustrious advice, I would for sure have got even wetter than I did....but, seriously, I'm really not sure how I could have got wetter without having made a conscious decision to drown myself..and, to be fair, I think at one stage this morning drowning was possibly the easy option !
All the woolly ladies were, as usual lined up at the starting gate. Barney, our virile alpha male with the assets to prove his potency has a (little more than) slight handicap which seriously influences his "need for speed"....Barneys "bits" swing like the Old Bow Bells between his hind legs and give Bran the over enthusiastic Border Collie a target to focus on when he is persuading the ladies and Barney to head in the direction they were already predetermined to go. This morning Barney "the boy with the bits", clearly already unhappy with the inclement weather and less than happy with Bran gnawing at his generous appendages, turned to challenge his canine aggressor. Little Luke, always late to arrive, none the less enthusiastic but..not really sure of the purpose of the chase very quickly backed out of the open gate as Barney's not too impressed and very un-amused eyes bore down on his aggressor. Clearly it was a "NOT ME" moment as he left Bran to face the incensed ram alone. Fortunately, as Bran had a "oh no...now what do I do ?" panic moment, his people " back up" team saved the day ( and his butt) by sharply slamming the field gate.
Two more horses came under our care this morning whilst their people dealt with a personal and painful medical crisis. Tonto the liver chestnut gelding is, fortunately docile and very amiable, Misty the chestnut mare has clearly predetermined her human intolerance and was certainly not going to modify her opinion to make our lives any less difficult....and she didn't. Within moments of me cautiously entering her stall the chestnut mare had reincarnated herself as the devil incarnate. As I attempted to put the head collar over her ears, the mare went into a 4 legged River Dance routine and tap danced on my big toe whilst swinging the rest of my body into orbit. Great !! ..and Greg said "she likes women better than men" REALLY....could have fooled me !
Well, the cuckoo clock has spoken, the dogs have been out to pee on an already drenched tree or three, Greg has my "sleepy time tea" brewing ....guess it's bed time. it's another day tomorrow. Take care, keep safe and dry. M
All the woolly ladies were, as usual lined up at the starting gate. Barney, our virile alpha male with the assets to prove his potency has a (little more than) slight handicap which seriously influences his "need for speed"....Barneys "bits" swing like the Old Bow Bells between his hind legs and give Bran the over enthusiastic Border Collie a target to focus on when he is persuading the ladies and Barney to head in the direction they were already predetermined to go. This morning Barney "the boy with the bits", clearly already unhappy with the inclement weather and less than happy with Bran gnawing at his generous appendages, turned to challenge his canine aggressor. Little Luke, always late to arrive, none the less enthusiastic but..not really sure of the purpose of the chase very quickly backed out of the open gate as Barney's not too impressed and very un-amused eyes bore down on his aggressor. Clearly it was a "NOT ME" moment as he left Bran to face the incensed ram alone. Fortunately, as Bran had a "oh no...now what do I do ?" panic moment, his people " back up" team saved the day ( and his butt) by sharply slamming the field gate.
Two more horses came under our care this morning whilst their people dealt with a personal and painful medical crisis. Tonto the liver chestnut gelding is, fortunately docile and very amiable, Misty the chestnut mare has clearly predetermined her human intolerance and was certainly not going to modify her opinion to make our lives any less difficult....and she didn't. Within moments of me cautiously entering her stall the chestnut mare had reincarnated herself as the devil incarnate. As I attempted to put the head collar over her ears, the mare went into a 4 legged River Dance routine and tap danced on my big toe whilst swinging the rest of my body into orbit. Great !! ..and Greg said "she likes women better than men" REALLY....could have fooled me !
Well, the cuckoo clock has spoken, the dogs have been out to pee on an already drenched tree or three, Greg has my "sleepy time tea" brewing ....guess it's bed time. it's another day tomorrow. Take care, keep safe and dry. M
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