Horsey stuff and little stud muffins
Day number two at the barn. I mucked maybe 20 stalls and am thrilled that my scrawny, ain't used to real work anymore arms held up. But I just had to share some pony humor. We have little miniature horses at the barn. Two paints and a larger gray and two miniature donkeys. They are all boys but the tiniest, a little black and white paint, is a mare. As an aside, how in the hell can horses be that tiny? *pinches thumb and forefinger together*
Anyway the black and white mare is in season. She is of course, in typical girl fashion, leading the boys in a wild chase, batting her pony eyes and presenting her pony rump for mounting and then soundly kicking them in the face. *pumps fist at girl power* Of course all the boys are gelded but in the face of such wanton displays the gray gelding has decided he IS THE STUD. They are turned out in an indoor. You can hear his pitiful, high pitched squeals of exasperation and her resounding thumps. He walks to the mounting block (which is in the middle of the arena and almost as tall as him) and paws maniacally, thump, thump, thump.
He snakes his tiny little head around driving off all potential threats to his girl (the two very tiny donkeys and an even smaller paint gelding who just wants to stand quietly in the indoor) Then he chases them around the arena, ears pinned trumpeting his claim to the paint mare. She glares balefully at him and tries to kick him again.
It is a dance of sorts with the gray gelding leading and the paint mare toying with his emotions.
When I left them, the gray and the paint mare were companionably cuddling and everyone else was standing at different ends of the arena.
Note: No teeny weeny horses were hurt during the three hours I was at the barn, it was all a lot of posturing and squealing.
Anyway the black and white mare is in season. She is of course, in typical girl fashion, leading the boys in a wild chase, batting her pony eyes and presenting her pony rump for mounting and then soundly kicking them in the face. *pumps fist at girl power* Of course all the boys are gelded but in the face of such wanton displays the gray gelding has decided he IS THE STUD. They are turned out in an indoor. You can hear his pitiful, high pitched squeals of exasperation and her resounding thumps. He walks to the mounting block (which is in the middle of the arena and almost as tall as him) and paws maniacally, thump, thump, thump.
He snakes his tiny little head around driving off all potential threats to his girl (the two very tiny donkeys and an even smaller paint gelding who just wants to stand quietly in the indoor) Then he chases them around the arena, ears pinned trumpeting his claim to the paint mare. She glares balefully at him and tries to kick him again.
It is a dance of sorts with the gray gelding leading and the paint mare toying with his emotions.
When I left them, the gray and the paint mare were companionably cuddling and everyone else was standing at different ends of the arena.
Note: No teeny weeny horses were hurt during the three hours I was at the barn, it was all a lot of posturing and squealing.