Sunday, January 9, 2011
We'd heard a chain saw, but as I saw a tree falling, I knew I was in for a spin! Sure enough, Harley whirled around, smack into Echoe. His poor little brain was screaming, "Let's get out of here. They'll kill us all!" Of course, his panic attack spread among the others. Two riders dismounted, Harley, Echoe, and Mack moved away at a controlled jog, although a full-out gallop would have suited them better. We jigged all the way back to North Point, along with a chorus of barking hound as Dash warded off evil wood monsters (who knows what he smelled out there). We had one short canter with an attempted dash for home, then dismounted to walk down the road. The wind picked up whirling snow devils and leaves, spooking poor Harley. He pranced sideways, practicing dancing like Nijinksy (show his blood relation to great, great, great grandsire Nijinksy II) as we performed haute école moves back to the barn.
Yup a fun time was had by all, the riders, the horses, and even the dog!