Posted by: Alex
I had a dream last night that I was accepting a hay delivery for my mom while she was away. Two different farmers pitched up at the same time, and both were in a hurry to get on their way. There was only myself and Joe (the guy who looks after our horses) to offload, so there I was my pregnant self moving around large and heavy round and square bales of hay. It was tiring even in the dream. When my mom got home she complained that I hadn’t stacked them neatly enough.
The dream reminded me of this photo. Last year we got some great oat-hay for the horses. So great that the two horses in the paddock next to the hay shed would hardly let us offload it, they kept trying to take mouthfuls while we where reversing the trailer and offloading.
Here are my two boys, in the pouring rain, trying to grab the last few mouthfuls from the back of the truck
Well, they’re not both mine, the bay (brown) boy at the back is my funny horse, Dartmoor, he is about half the width of the other horse and about as brave as he is wide: not very. The chestnut (orange) big guy at the front is Pickle. He belongs to my mom but I love him to bits; he’s the one I’m still riding on occasion. He is built like a tank and is as bold as they come. Despite their differences these two are best mates. They call for each other if you separate them.
August 1st, 2008 at 5:56 pm
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