I was puttering away cleaning out the little paddock, making their beds, refilling the water buckets, restacking the hay I got in on the weekend (as an aside, is there anything more satisfying then a barn full of hay in preparation for the winter?) and generally just giving my brain a rest while I got my muscles working.
I swept up some hay seed and was throwing it in the pasture when I heard thunder. I looked up and the horses came flying up over the hill in full gallop. It was a breath taking sight.
|not from tonight, but it gives you the idea|
Me: What's up?
Carmen: *snort* TROLL!
Me: troll, really?
Carmen: yes. it was very scary.
Me: We don't have trolls.
Irish: well I didn't actually see it....
Carmen: I'm telling you it was a giant wild Canadian Troll.
Irish: We have trolls?!
Me: No. Canada does not have trolls. Those are just on the internet.
Carmen: I know what I
I heard a blue jay screaming over in the woods (most likely laughing his head off).
Me: I'm thinking that it was a bird.
Irish: Well this is embarrassing.
Carmen: *sniff* well, better safe than sorry.
Me: Well come on in. I have your stalls all made up and it's getting dark.
I gave them both a good groom in their stalls. For the first time Carmen nuzzled me while I gave her a groom. I gave them their bedtime carrot and came inside.
I may or may not have kept my eyes peeled for Wild Canadian Trolls.