JenHunt
Well-Known Member
I don't know what is going on at the moment - But the normally laid back Ron has turned very naughty all of a sudden!!!
Yesterday my Dad had put the boys into the wood field.
It's about 2 acres in total, but there's a pebbly bottom stream that runs through it, and quite a lot of it is wooded. The horses hate it. no idea why, but they seem to think there's nothing to eat in there. its the only field where they will reliably come when called. As you go into it, straight ahead of you is a track (slightly narrower than a car), and on the left a steep upwards grassy slope to the fenceline, and on the right a steep downwards wooded slope to the stream, then back up again to the fenceline. Along the track there is a flat patch of open grass about the size of a smallish jumping arena.
When he went to shut them in, away from the flies, he went into the field and called them. Tom answered him, and then Dad could hear them paddling about in the stream. He called them again, and could hear them walking up the stream to where they can get out more easily. Then the next thing he hears is them galloping towards him. He calls to them to whoa, an steady etc, but then has to move out of the way or get trampled. Tom, who's in front, pushes past Dad, and squeezes through the narrow gap in the gateway that Dad hadn't realised he'd left open. Ron decided he couldn't swerve in time to get through the gate, so jumps the bloomin' thing!!
Dad rushed after them, calling them to slow down. As they rush past the front of the house there's hens, and ducks, and cats and the dog scattering in all directions, Ron skids to almost a halt so that he can fit in behind Tom to get through the narrow gap onto the driveway....
Dad, by this stage, is just about having a nervous breakdown, imagining having to round them up in the village somewhere... They charge down the driveway, then suddenly, halfway down it come to a halt. They just stood there, watching Dad over their shoulders. When he got closer Ron turned to look at him as if to say... "what's kept you!?", then they both quietly walked in through the gate onto the yard....
Dad's furious, but mostly just because he's going to have to rake out all the gravel in front of the house, and the cat won't forgive him for disturbing her afternoon snooze in the sunshine!
the moral of the story?
Always shut the gate behind you when you go into the field!
Yesterday my Dad had put the boys into the wood field.
It's about 2 acres in total, but there's a pebbly bottom stream that runs through it, and quite a lot of it is wooded. The horses hate it. no idea why, but they seem to think there's nothing to eat in there. its the only field where they will reliably come when called. As you go into it, straight ahead of you is a track (slightly narrower than a car), and on the left a steep upwards grassy slope to the fenceline, and on the right a steep downwards wooded slope to the stream, then back up again to the fenceline. Along the track there is a flat patch of open grass about the size of a smallish jumping arena.
When he went to shut them in, away from the flies, he went into the field and called them. Tom answered him, and then Dad could hear them paddling about in the stream. He called them again, and could hear them walking up the stream to where they can get out more easily. Then the next thing he hears is them galloping towards him. He calls to them to whoa, an steady etc, but then has to move out of the way or get trampled. Tom, who's in front, pushes past Dad, and squeezes through the narrow gap in the gateway that Dad hadn't realised he'd left open. Ron decided he couldn't swerve in time to get through the gate, so jumps the bloomin' thing!!
Dad rushed after them, calling them to slow down. As they rush past the front of the house there's hens, and ducks, and cats and the dog scattering in all directions, Ron skids to almost a halt so that he can fit in behind Tom to get through the narrow gap onto the driveway....
Dad, by this stage, is just about having a nervous breakdown, imagining having to round them up in the village somewhere... They charge down the driveway, then suddenly, halfway down it come to a halt. They just stood there, watching Dad over their shoulders. When he got closer Ron turned to look at him as if to say... "what's kept you!?", then they both quietly walked in through the gate onto the yard....
Dad's furious, but mostly just because he's going to have to rake out all the gravel in front of the house, and the cat won't forgive him for disturbing her afternoon snooze in the sunshine!
the moral of the story?
Always shut the gate behind you when you go into the field!
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It did make me giggle though!!