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Haha sometimes one has to think outside the box

 

I used to carry oats or mash at lunch to the yearlings. Now if anyone knows anything about horses, that means these are teenagers more or less. There was about oh I think right about 20 of them in 10 acre paddock. Anyhow one of them was a dominant filly and another was a follower of that filly, a colt who was not too sharp or too motivated to move. A slow horse.

(Amazing how opposites attract eh? This was a pair out of all of them)

Anyway There i am hoisting those noisy buckets and myself over the fence. 20 heads come up eyeball me and whinny from one of them. Then they all rush me. Having them come at me is always a experience because I have to walk a big circle dumping piles serving each one enough, far apart enough so they don't kick each other silly or worse... ALL of them want into that bucket. Pick one. Sometimes two horses get it out of me.

That's the swearing part. It really evolves that bad language when they hear one word often enough to wear it out, you have to invent or cobble something else to roar at them. If you didnt defend your buckets you have nothing left to feed most of them.

Thank goodness it's that Din din they want, not me. I don't usually taste good. Being scrawny and all that.

If school children are anything like these yearlings, the school bus district can have them all.

Without exception the filly and colt ate together with two piles next to one another. All the others sorted themselves out in a recognizable hierarchy. Lest anyone thinks I am abusive. It's taint so. All of them gets a looking over and a good itchy scratchy on the ears where they love it before I reload at the barn for the next field.

 

Food Service
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We had a teaser (A gelded stallion who just gets to look, sniff and see if Mare wants some or not. IF Mare does not want it at ALL there is a potential to see Teaser kicked to death.) If Mare wants it then stallion has his chance. Lord knows that's all he thinks about eyeballing the mares half a mile down ridge. Sheesh.

With that out of the way, that work was really good in my day, no office or political BS or micromanagement either. Just open skies (And ice storms too...) simple lunches with 30 barn cats, a nap in the hay rack and gather those that need barn time at night.

You wont believe the orientation they gave me for that job. They had a wild one in 5 acres up the cardio hill 1/4 mile away and handed me tack harness told me to catch it.

I had a book in one pocket, went to the middle of the field wild one was in sat down in the tall grass and within 20 minutes I had a nose checking me out. Easy catchy peasy.

The reason I did not make a living with that was because of the stupid allergies. I lost so much time every February... it's not worth it. (Or fair to the other hands)

A month in Arizona took care of that trouble permanently. Something in the dirt... probably arsenic with my luck.