Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Rocky's Journal - Entry 3
All this trouble and hardship started because of the improvements they're doing on the barn. Here's a news flash for you - barns are for the convenience of people, not horses. The people around here didn't like it that it gets muddy in front of the stall doors when it rains. They can't stand getting mud on their feet. Of course, mud never bothered any self-respecting horse, but people are persnickety. So they decided to add on to the overhang above the stall doors. This involved a lot of beating and banging, welding, setting up scaffolding, moving material in and out of the gates. They figured we would be in the way in the barn pasture so they decided to lead us over to the triangle.
Going to the triangle means we have to walk across the unfenced backyard. They always lead Tesoro over to the triangle first. Then they lead me and Fay over there. Tesoro always behaves perfectly when they lead him to the triangle. He ambles across the backyard with his head held high like he's parading in front of a panel of judges. I think he does it just to make me and Fay look bad.
So anyway - Saint Tesoro was already in the triangle when they got me and Fay out of our stalls. I don't remember exactly why or how things got rowdy, but it was Fay's fault. She was all nervous and started dancing around and going in circles. And any time Fay gets nervous, I do, too. I mean - if she's nervous, there must be a reason. And if there's a reason, shouldn't I get nervous, too? Then too, it was cool and crisp and we felt kind of frisky. So we danced and circled all the way across the back yard. Our people don't like that kind of behavior. I don't know why it bothers them so much. It's not like we're trying to run away from them. But they don't like it.
We enjoyed grazing all day Saturday in the triangle. When it was time to go back to the barn in the evening for supper, we all waited at the gate - like we always do. But nobody came to lead us back to the barn. Just before dark, they came on the tractor with the bucket loaded with hay. Jerry threw the bales of hay over the fence for us to eat. He and Judy talked about how rowdy we had been that morning and said they had decided to let us spend the night in the triangle so they wouldn't have to lead us back the next morning.
I couldn't believe my ears! Hay is OK, grass is better, but feed is out-of-this-world good! And soon as they said we were spending the night in the triangle, I knew there wasn't going to be any feed.
It was a miserable night. Tesoro read me the riot act. He said he was having to miss his feed because I misbehaved. I tried to tell him it was all Fay's fault, but he wouldn't listen. He has a crush on Fay and doesn't think she can ever do anything wrong. And Fay's lips were sealed. She wouldn't say a word in my defense. So I had a pretty rough night what with Tesoro fussing at me and the scary shadows and sounds coming from the fence line. I sure was glad to see the sun rise Sunday morning.
Well, the overhang extension is all done now except for a few finishing touches. We're back in the barn pasture - getting our morning and evening feed. And to think - all that hoopla just to keep people from getting their dainty little feet muddy!