Friday, 31 May 2013

Whistling sheep!

Blacky horse is a fine figure of a thorough bred race horse, with the edgy temperament that goes with race horses, so taking him from the well oiled environment of a racing yard with long fast gallops and single minded goals of reaching the finish line first to a wholesome, friendly yard with ponies and cobs for neighbours was no mean feat for Jessica. She did wonders to turn this speed machine into an elegant dressage boy. Her knowledge of all things horsy, her keen awareness and amazing intuition allowed them to work as one entity in the ring. 

Along the way Jessica worked out Blacky’s foibles, trying hard to ease him out of them, including his innate fear of sheep!, yes I did say sheep. Even if they are in the furthest field from him he will spot them and go into a paddy so when he was rushed into the Royal Veterinary College with a cut on his leg and was about to be taken past a couple of sheep all trussed up in their walking harnesses he made it quite clear he was going nowhere near them….. vicious fury creatures that they are! The route was soon changed and although he could occasionally hear the sheep he could not see them.

One of his other strange enigmas is whistling men.
He can hear them from the bottom of the drive and again will have a paddy. 
The farrier soon learned to stifle his happy little whistling tunes as he worked, else he would be retrieving a crazed race horse on a manic high. 
We sadly feel Blacky had a whistling groom at one of his old yards that was far from nice to him.
 I often joke with Jessica wondering what Blacky would do if he ever saw a whistling sheep! 

Just as Jessica thought she had every one on the yard trained not to whistle around him, she found herself in Blacky’s box at the end of the day, all nice and calm with the usual radio on for him and his pony friend, Spirit, only to hear the first few moments of Whistling Jack Smith emanating from the speaker… Blacky’s ears went back his neck stretched like a giraffe and the white of his eyes appeared! Panic set over Jessica as she found herself pinned to the back of the box trying hard to calm the mighty black beast whilst grappling for the radio. She saw her chance and took it, gliding past his prickly shinny coat for the exit, just in time before he threw himself around the box to Jack Smith’s whistling tune of The Happy Wanderer!

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