*hic*
village idiot :D
To set the scene, each of them is in their usual stable having just been given their evening feed, everything in the yard is in it's normal place until my husband needs to go under a trailer to check something. The full TB has a stall chain across the door because she's inclined to go and help the others with their feeds, the others are just stood in with the door open, same as every other night.
Suddenly the TB spots my husband under the trailer, cue eyes out on stalks, neck arched over the chain, lots of snorting and blowing and she is standing on a diagonal pair of legs as she can't decide whether she needs to run or not. Snorting and posing continues for some minutes.
KWPN (or 7/8 TB if you check his pedigree) appears at his door, snorts loudly just in case there's something out there, strikes a pose and stands watching but obviously wondering what all the fuss is about.
3/4 TB (and the odd 1/4 is Shire) hears the commotion, looks out of her door, wanders calmly across the yard, still with a mouthful of grub, has a closer look (at this point you can see the "thinks bubble" reading "They really are weird these people"), checks to see if husband might possibly have a treat for her and then wanders back into her stable to finish her food.
Meanwhile the TB is unable to finish her eating until husband is fully out from under the trailer and standing upright again.
I love watching the differences between my horses.
Suddenly the TB spots my husband under the trailer, cue eyes out on stalks, neck arched over the chain, lots of snorting and blowing and she is standing on a diagonal pair of legs as she can't decide whether she needs to run or not. Snorting and posing continues for some minutes.
KWPN (or 7/8 TB if you check his pedigree) appears at his door, snorts loudly just in case there's something out there, strikes a pose and stands watching but obviously wondering what all the fuss is about.
3/4 TB (and the odd 1/4 is Shire) hears the commotion, looks out of her door, wanders calmly across the yard, still with a mouthful of grub, has a closer look (at this point you can see the "thinks bubble" reading "They really are weird these people"), checks to see if husband might possibly have a treat for her and then wanders back into her stable to finish her food.
Meanwhile the TB is unable to finish her eating until husband is fully out from under the trailer and standing upright again.
I love watching the differences between my horses.