The intruders

Across the street lives a gorgeous Arabian horse. We really pissed him off yesterday, Baasha and I. Horses are often like cats. They don't like being snuck up on. I love sneaking up on horses. Just creeping nearer and nearer, making sure Baasha's hooves are quiet, until we're really close. It works best when the horse is in a sunny field, and we sneak up through dark woods. Like yesterday. Man that horse was pissed! He flew away from us, then said "Wait a minute" and flew back.




Oddly, he sniffed noses with Baasha a long time before he got really mad about it. He proceded to charge the fenceline, and try to intimidate, or punish us for intruding.











As his herdmates approached, a 31 year old Icelandic and a tiny little pony almost hidden in the long grass, he herded them away from us.











He looked like he was right out of Arabian horse world. I remember thinking, "This would be the perfect time to take a picture." (pause) "Oh yah. I have my camera!" So I got a few shots of him circling and charging.









The entire time, Baasha was completely unfased. He just gazed at him peacefully, undaunted, like, "What, are you really gonna come out here and kick our butts? I don't think so."










A few times I had to wave my reins in that horse's face to discourage him from challenging the one strand of non-electric wire.









He ran the others off and returned to challenge us some more. I knew he would.













This was the horse I pitied for being neglected, but I saw a girth mark on his "condition score 9" belly and knew someone had the courage to ride him. Good!











Check out his hair! He's the Jennifer Anniston of the horsey world.








Finally I got back on Baasha and rode off through the woods, and Baasha came to life most unexpectedly, cantering and crowhopping like crazy. I think it was in defiance of that horse.

We found a pretty field in the sunset and I caught some unique pics of Baasha in the sunlight.










The sunlight made a strange white outline of his legs...













and the sunlight showed the natural color at times too.












The grass had its own sunset effect that made it extra tasty.













One tree field. We had other adventures, but this post is already too long. Next time!