TheBanyanTree: Chasing Horses

[Theta Brentnall]

When we had our own horses, they would come when called, for the same 
reasons.  They knew I always had something yummy for them if they were 
good little horsies.  But now they are gone to the horse's version of 
the Elysian fields and these belong to a lady who has a riding school.  
She uses our pasture for "vacations" and rotates the horses through, 
which is why I didn't know which guy in this bunch was the top horse.  
There's one she has that's a little buckskin who is always the leader of 
whichever group of horses here, and he's a very lovey little guy, so if 
he'd been here, all would have been much easier, but the top guy in this 
group is a "nah-nah-nah-can't catch me" type.  Hot wire.  We need more 
hot wire.

Theta

NancyIee at aol.com wrote:
> That's funny, and well written. I could follow the action, the 
> reluctant horses, the frantic people. I have had horses all my life, 
> and learned early on, that it's no fun to round them up. No matter how 
> you build the fence, they will always get out.
>  
> So . . .
>  
> I taught them to come when they were called.
>  
> I call them every time I go out to feed, whether they are right there 
> or way-y-y out in the pasture. I used to have regular horses. Now I 
> have ten miniatures.  I go out in the morning, cup my hands around my 
> mouth, and croon. "Come on!!"
>  
> Heads pop up, and then they start running. It's a stampede to get 
> there first, to pick which feed pan they want most (even if they are 
> all the same). The Minis got out once, and headed down the lane. A 
> neighbor phoned with the news.  I went out, cupped my hands around my 
> mouth, and crooned. "Come on!!"
>  
> Four minutes later, they came racing back. I had to feed them, of 
> course, but it sure was easier than chasing them all over the county