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.
