Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Equine queue

When the sun is over the yardarm, or at least the western ridge of our valley, the horses know it's time for tea and queue in the requisite orderly fashion at the raceway gate.

Not that we have particularly well trained horses or anything. They just think that by pretending to be well mannered they might be fed more quickly. Gem hopes we'll forget the times he puts his foot through the fence from pawing at it with impatience and thereby getting stuck. Princess hopes we'll exercise our discretion with the matter of the broken lead reins, and Kalara knows by now that we'll forgive her the occassional cranky nip when putting her rugs on.

We still feed them at the normal time, however. Perhaps they think that by asking for their meals earlier and earlier they'll one day clock themselves and get two feeds a day. They'll be waiting a while.