Evening Interactions
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dancinghorseAmazing how a reduction of owies makes the world look brighter. Still sore and hobbling but ambulatory. The horses greeted me as if I'd been away for a week. They all crowded for scrrrrritchies. Camilla, War Mare or not, came and pushed her head into my arms. Mushy stuff! Amazing!
They were all very funny. Carrma threw up her tail like a dowager empress lifting her skirts, and took off at the gallop. Keed and Capria parked at the fence. They wanted DINNER! The Girlz bunched up in the stallion stall, ready to leap out as soon as the gate opened into their own stalls. Pook boingitied around, or else posed magnificently. HUNGRY! he said.
When I shifted him out of the stalls so I could let the gang in, he and Capria made horrible faces across the space between the holding pen and the back run. She was doing her best Stubbs Big Mac Attack impression, sans lion. Ears flat back, teeth bared, right hind snapping against the pipe bars: Bang! BANG! She does like the sound of steel shoes on steel pipe. Pook arched his neck up over the fence and whuffled at her. Mare on a tear, just his thing. He so loves a dominatrix.
A good evening. Horses happy to see human standing up straight again. Human happy to be standing up straight.
No pages written--the one fly in the ointment of the day. But as Scarlett said, Tomorrow Is Another Day.
Interesting that we're all getting back to writing at once. Must be something in the air. Or the phosphors.
They were all very funny. Carrma threw up her tail like a dowager empress lifting her skirts, and took off at the gallop. Keed and Capria parked at the fence. They wanted DINNER! The Girlz bunched up in the stallion stall, ready to leap out as soon as the gate opened into their own stalls. Pook boingitied around, or else posed magnificently. HUNGRY! he said.
When I shifted him out of the stalls so I could let the gang in, he and Capria made horrible faces across the space between the holding pen and the back run. She was doing her best Stubbs Big Mac Attack impression, sans lion. Ears flat back, teeth bared, right hind snapping against the pipe bars: Bang! BANG! She does like the sound of steel shoes on steel pipe. Pook arched his neck up over the fence and whuffled at her. Mare on a tear, just his thing. He so loves a dominatrix.
A good evening. Horses happy to see human standing up straight again. Human happy to be standing up straight.
No pages written--the one fly in the ointment of the day. But as Scarlett said, Tomorrow Is Another Day.
Interesting that we're all getting back to writing at once. Must be something in the air. Or the phosphors.
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Date: 2004-04-13 11:20 am (UTC)Larry, that sounds wonderful. Poem or story?
I'm noodling with a chapter now; this is a brain break. Have to feed horses lunch (self, too), then take
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Date: 2004-04-13 12:06 pm (UTC)---L.