The Rusty Report:
Once again, I have had to summon the strength and courage to defend my herd against the unpredictable advances of a small but persistent intruder. She appeared on a Friday afternoon, emerging from the reed canary border that separates our pasture from the adjoining marshland, to stroll directly at me and my mates (who were grazing with their customary blissful ignorance) announcing her approach with a rather avian-sounding bleat.
Fortunately for the dunderheads in my charge, I have retained the lightning quick flight response of my youth, so was able to sound the alarm and move them to safety with the swiftness of an equine half my age – which would be them btw – and establish a strategic plan of protection against this new invader, who shows no sign of retreat.
Book of the Big Red Horse:
Maybe the heat and humidity are finally getting to Rusty the Elder, because he’s been acting a little over-protective during the last couple weeks. For no apparent reason, he’ll make us rush up to the barn, usually just about the time I get to a really good clover patch. I hope he’s not headed down the path of Equine Cognitive Dysfunction, because that puts me at the front of the “Head of the Herd” line which is a no place I care to be. Waaay too much responsibility. You think I want to be in charge of a crazy old horse and a dumb young one? No thank you. I am I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T. A free-spirit. No-commitments. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll help out when I can, but the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, and if there’s an open gate, I’m goin’ through it.
So anyway, don’t know what’s up with the Senior Sorrel, but he keeps hangin’ awfully close, with his cataracts peeled, so maybe he’ll let me in on the secret sometime soon. In the meantime, I wish someone would execute a cease and desist order on whoever is making that tiresome honking noise – it interrupts the peaceful environment and interferes with the digestive process.
Pony Tails:
Wow! You should see this creature that keeps coming around our yard. Rusty won’t let her get close enough for me or Chicago to get a good look, but I think she’d make a fun pet. She’s almost the same color as me, so we could have two reds and two yellows. And she’s smaller than me so maybe I wouldn’t always have to be the one bossed around. Maybe I could do some of the bossin’ instead. Maybe not though, ‘cuz she sometimes sounds like she might be pretty bossy. And she is a little bit scary. At least that what Rusty keeps telling me. After he makes me run up to the barn, Which makes me tired and out of breath. I really don’t like to run. So maybe Rusty will stop making me run pretty soon. I hope so. I’d like to have a new friend. Two reds and two yellows. And one smaller than me. Cool.
From Four Sticks Farm 