That
is the same reaction we get when we take the horses into the back country..two
things that seem to take time to adjust to..hikers with huge backpacks, and mtn
bikers who carry their bikes overhead through the creeks...
Monsters to be sure!
Ranelle
What we truly and earnestly aspire to be,
that in some sense we are. The mere aspiration, by changing the frame of mind,
for the moment realizes itself.
Anna Jameson
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Eyesight
On Monday, January 17, 2005 12:50 PM, Nancy
Mitts wrote:
Subject: RE: [RC] [RC] Being the herd
leader
We had a broodmare that was next to impossible to catch, and
wore a halter for quite a long time. (PLEASE, no halter horror stories--i
know the risks.) When the time came it was no longer necessary, we took
it off. The horses who had never seen her without it snorted and blew
and pranced around, even her own baby. It was funny watching them get
"aquainted" all over again. The mare's sister, who had seen her
without it in the past, did a double take, but figured it out quickly. I
would love to really read a horses mind without imposing our human "take" on
things.
Okay, I'm inspired to tell my horse reaction
story:
I was riding with some friends on the trail
around the golf course in Griffith Park one afternoon. We met up with
a group of boy scouts all trotting along with their arms over each others'
shoulders in rows some five or six across. My horse stopped, snorted
and kept moving his head up and down, trying to focus on what that odd
monster could be. I asked the boys to please stop and wait until the
horses passed because they were afraid. The boys then broke ranks and
all went running, jumping and generally whooping it up in all
directions. My horse instantly relaxed, as if he were saying to
himself, "Oh, boys."
As Nancy said, it would be so fun to know what
they're thinking.
