Hateful Horses

Across the road, in the field that we thought we had bought...but turned out NOT...(hey, that rhymes!)

-There's more to the Story Of the Field that you might care to find out about - maybe I'll write about it some day-

Anyways, across the road, in the field that we thought we had bought, we now have two of the neighbor's horses.

I was hoping to catch a nice, fieldy, farmy, horsey picture, but wouldn't you know...






THE HORSES HATE ME!

Blackie is the first to give me lip...look at her...see how she wishes I would disappear...


Next, (click on this pic.) you'll see a glare of pure, unadalterated viscious-ness...from that be-speckled one....



So, then they both walk haughtily away.



I wait.
I ignore.
I wait some more.






I raise my camera.

Blackie looks.
Blackie glares, Blackie blows air through her nose...
I wait five more minutes...

Ho, hum...tell me...How DOES that Blackie KNOW I'm still standing there...see her looking back again and flicking her tail...

as if to say I'm some annoying fly on her back that's bothering her and her be-speckled friend... ...the nerve of these gals...

Sigh, ok, time's up...here goes somethin' 'cuz this calls for drastic measures...

(the things I do to get a picture....unbelievable!)

-next paragraph sung sweetly in my bestest, most soothing and calming alto tones-

"Dear dear horseyyyyssss...

You are so beauuuuuutttttttiiiiiiiiiiifulllllllllllllllll to Meeeeeeeeeee!

Won't you please pose for meeeeee...I promise, just let me get a good shot of youuuuuu...you're nice horses, and you'll both look so pretttttttttyyyyyyy as you graze peacefulllllllyyyyyyy in a field of daisies...c'mon, now...be good to meeeeeeeeeeeee...'cuz I love youuuuuuuuu"

OK...OK....I GET IT...HONESTLY...

You don't like my singing, eh? Won't pose for me, eh?

You're telling me to get lost, eh?

Wanna fight then?

Just...c'mon then....over here....ya,

Bring it!!!!

Oh, Ok, I see, you're chicken now, eh? All talk and no action, eh?

Fine.

Not worth my effort anyways.

Harumphhhhfffffffffff...........after all I do for you two...even the buckets pose better than you.

I'm not pleased...

I'm not pleased at all. Just one nice shot, that's too much to ask?

See all those water buckets, and the big, deep white barrel....

These don't just magically fill themselves, you know...

I do that for you.

Every day.

Standing patiently with my hose, singing songs of adoration to you, with dreams that one day you'll be my friends and will co-operate and give me a nice, pretty picture.

Bah!

Allrighty then.
I don't like you, either!
Ya, did ya hear me....I DON'T LIKE YOU, EITHER!!