Friday, April 11
Time for a little brush-up
A heap of horses came by the house today, and I encouraged one of them to re-introduce himself to our agave that lives near the lemon tree. He sniffed around at it and didn’t even try to lick or bite any part of it. These are not native plants, so encountering one doesn’t engender the immediate shock and awe that horses would normally exhibit. It’s re-education, something that I encourage all of our domesticated beasties to participate in, since we are using these plants to control their behavior around the Great Wall.
After a couple of minutes of sniffing, horsie-pie* walked off to tell his buddies to avoid these things at all costs. I overheard him using the term, “organic concertina wire.” Glad I comprehend Equus. I don’t speak it, just understand its dozen or so words, like “feed me,” “scratch my butt,” “don’t use such a big needle when you give me a shot of penicillin,” and (when you want to ride) “not now; I have a backache.”
*I know all the names of all our 36 horses, but I can only connect the name to the horse in about half of them. I am sure daughter Hilary will correct me, but I kinda like “horsie-pie.”