Green Grass

Flint

It has been a real taste of "Green Grass" (Summer) today.  The sun felt warm on my back.  The field was full of crows, who in turn were full of news about new-borns.  There's a new foal here too.  It's Crabby's, and Crabby isn't crabby anymore.  She apologised last week.  She didn't like being in-foal, but is now delighted that she has a new-born to mother. 

Taffy and I had a lovely hack out this afternoon. Both of our "Two-legs" were up for an adventure so we trod on new ground, so to speak.  We got to splash about in the Medwyn (River) and trotted on by Mill Ridge.  Usually we turn back at the little white house at the end of the lane.  There had been an unfortunate incident with the pond and garden there last year!  I  had vowed that I would never return.  However, it was time to be a brave boy and venture forth into the forest.  Well ,Taffy had shown great valour passing the flapping things earlier, so I had to prove that I could be brave too...when required. 

Apparently the forest is used to grow trees and it's true, there's not much else growing in it.  There's black plastic stuff, under the top layer of soil, poking out all over the place. I didn't like the look of it.  Two-legs says it's to stop the grass and weeds growing through, but without grass and salad there's no lunch on offer and if there's no lunch on offer a poor Gypsy Cob and his friend might starve to death!  Not any wonder I was spooked by that nasty black stuff!

Happy to be Indoors!

Happy Flint!

It’s been a dirty day today. Hail mixed with snow, mixed with rain and too much wind.  Not the sort of day to put you in a jolly mood.  Nevertheless, I was preparing myself for another stormy night under a blanket of stars and hail when I caught sight of Stinky Ben bouncing up to the gate.  My ears pricked when Two-legs arrived behind him with a head collar and apple. She had no need to call me twice, for I can fairly canter when the hail is chasing my tail; especially when there’s a hay-net and a dry bed waiting for me.  I’ve never been more delighted to see Two-legs. Happy Days!

Look what they've done to us! It’s not right!

NO WAY! NOT FOR ALL THE HAY!

Two-legs made an appearance this morning, while I was still munching on my haylage… She said I’d have plenty of time to eat later on.  Ahy! No hope of there being anything left for me to eat later on, with the way my field-buddies eat! I didn’t mind really. I’ve been dying to get out to stretch my legs. Chester Clydesdale and Trinity were jumping poles the other day and I felt that I was missing out. I love popping over the odd pole now and again.   Watching Sports isn’t quite the same as partaking.

Things were going well at the beginning: saddle on, bridle on... and we should have been off down the road at a spritely pace. How and ever this was not to be the case. Two-legs had a surprise for both Taffy and me. Taffy was sure it was going to be carrots when he saw Jill appear with a plastic bag, but when I saw my Two-legs get that camera of hers out of her pocket I new it was going to be something ridiculous appearing and it wasn’t going to be a carrot.

BUNTING!

Yes… we were both festooned like  Gala Show Boats, with banners and bunting.  I was sorely unimpressed. I wasn’t afraid you understand.  I was furious! Taffy didn’t know what my problem was… he loves “dress-up”. I do not. 

Off we trotted down The Spittle (me hoping I wouldn't meet anyone I knew) and onto the Big Road.  We were going to cheer someone up, so there was a purpose to this regalia. The other advantage of this "dressing-up" was that the stupid cars slowed down to a resonable speed.  Why do stupid cars roar past us equines?  Are they not fond of living?  All it takes is one crisp packet  to blow up from the hedge and I'll be on the bonnet.

Two-legs kept me supplied with grapes on the hoof because I was being a particularly good boy and the day turned out quite pleasant.  The lady was  cheered up and Taffy and I got to race each other home. Bunting and Flags waving about us like true winners!