The Horses: This Time It's Personal

I haven't written about the horses that live in my backyard in a while. No particular reason why, I guess they just haven't been doing anything very interesting lately.

And it's been hot. Real hot. Too hot to lug a camera (with attachments) out to the fence that separates me from the horses.

Apparently the horses are very sensitive and have felt slighted by my neglect.

I had no idea they cared about me and my camera so much, but I should have known because I usually receive such warm welcomes whenever I visit them.

Feeling the love, boys. Feeling the love.

Sometimes Treasure is happy to see me … other times he flares his nostrils and acts like a bull trying to charge.

I believe the boys (except Ty because he now lives elsewhere) took great offense to me not visiting them with my camera. They were annoyed. They were irritated.

They. Were. Honked.

So annoyed in fact, that they busted through the fence that separates them from me.

It'd be cool if, at this point in the story, I inserted a photo of the broken fence post, but the owner of the horses had repaired the fence before I had even confirmed that a jailbreak had occurred. No photo. Sorry. (Dang you and your efficientness, Dennis!)

Other than the broken fence and a little scrape to the leg of one horse, there was little trauma. Thank goodness because it could have turned out very differently.

I've had a week to stew on the events of the Great Horse Jailbreak 2011. And last night, as I was snapping yet another 450 photos of sunflowers, it hit me.

The horses didn't bust through the fence because they got spooked or were out looking for a good time with the lady horses up the road. Nope. They were looking for me.

They like having me pay attention to them and try to make them like me. They love teasing me and mooning me and sticking their tongues out at me. I do believe they've missed our time together.

How do I know this is true? I have photographic evidence. I found it in the garden last night right in between the tomato plants and the red peppers.

Actually, it was between the tomatoes and the cabbages.

This ...

… a hoof print. Leading right towards my house. Proof that the horses had a mission to come and get me.

Terrorize me by looking in my windows pre-dawn.

And eat my flowers.

And remind me of that fateful autumn day in 1978 in which I took a tumble off of another horse's back, landed in a giant steaming pile of fresh horse poo, and had the wind knocked out of me when my sister landed on top of me.

* full body shiver.  Click here to read that story.

The horses. This time it's personal.

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