To Chew, or not to Chew on Tuesday

Tuesday

There was no sign of Two-legs at all today. She’d took herself off somewhere in that vehicle of hers. The blue one. I would have starved to half the size of a something small if it wasn’t for those Two-legs who bring the haylage every day. They’re very good, those folk. They bring us all the haylage we can eat and then they leave us alone to enjoy it; without all those "humany" cuddles and pats and the such. When there’s food to be ate don’t faff CHEW!

That male Two-legs, on the Quad thing, is a marvel with the gate.  He’s awfully good with it. I watch him and I watch him, to see how he does it. Opening and closing it and the gate never swings out of control, or rushes at him in any way.  We horses have all gathered around this gate from time to time and thought of ways to push past it. There’s often been great discussion on how best to get through.  Young Ali G G thought that if we all leaned into the gate it would back down and let us past, but to no avail. After much thought and many attempts I decided that it was best for the gate to stay standing, keeping us in…and more importantly, keeping things out! It is a fine border check-point. No-one enters our place by any other means. It’s the point where we see all who approach. We can stand guard over it at dawn and dusk, and when all is safe and the afternoon sun is high in the sky we can leave it and graze in the knowledge that no wolf, tiger or bear can enter. It’s best to give the herd a "Bogie-man" to think about in order to keep them safe.  It's not good to go through the gate without a Two-legs to tell you when it’s safe to do so.

There’s no need to go anywhere anyhow. Sure isn’t this a grand place we’re in? Fresh running water, fine grass and when there’s no grass worth talking about don’t the Two–legs bring us fine haylage?

I could open that gate if I truly put my mind to it. I am sure of it.  I am quite good at opening the odd stable door and electric fences are a cinch, but that gate is best left alone.  Saying that, that Trinity one managed her gate just before Christmas last year. She had my Two-legs racing up the road with MY bucket of eatables and a lead-rope to coax her back in. I think it’s the rope around the gate that's keeping us in. Not the gate itself.