Guilt: and the things you learn

28 April, 2007 at 12:04 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments

Today was just another day… up early, showered, shaved, and off to work.Slightly more productive than other days: managed to solve at least half of the worlds issues today, and the rest must wait until Monday….(will someone take that tongue out of my cheek, please…)

Got home, with not much to do. The house is clean (to my standards, anyway) the lawn is mowed, and it’s Friday.

I was walking through the back of the house (towards the toilet, if the truth must be known) and I heard galloping hooves. I opened the back door, and I spied a horse, wearing a blue rug, near the gate to my house (please remember I live on a farm/ranch/whatever) and heard a couple more horses snorting and carrying on out of my sight (there is a rather bushy plant between my back door and the gate).

In my infinite wisdom, I made a noise, specifically designed to chase the horses away from my gate. To wit, the noise was similar to that which a snake would make–>TSSSSSSSSSSSS.

The next thing I knew, there was a small whinny, and a thumping of hoooves, and the blue rugg’d horse was lying on it’s side, in my yard (over the top of a barbed-wire fence)

I shit myself.

Those horses (according to the landlord, who just happens to be the horses owner) are worth $au5K each. And this one wasn’t moving.

I ran back to the phone, rang the landlord, and screamed down the line “STEVE……STEVE, IT’S GRANT!!! ONE OF YOUR HORSES HAS GONE OVER THE FENCE AND IS IN MY YARD, AND IT’S NOT MOVING!!!!”


“FUCK!!!” was the reply.

I was convinced, as this horse wasn’t moving, that there was, at the least, a broken leg involved. Or at the most, a broken neck, and I was responsible.

I ran to the next door neighbours house (said next-door neighbour works on the farm), and yelled “JUSTIN, COME QUICK, HELP ME WITH THIS HORSE!!!”

Judy and Steve arrived, in their Toyota Land Cruiser, and raced out of the vehicle to the poor stricken horse.

I had no idea what to do, apart from mildly shitting myself over what might happen to me for spooking the horses.

When Steve saw the horse, he said something along the lines of “The stupid pricks just cast; lets drag him so his back is uphill….”

This made no sense to me at all. I even said “Whaddya mean, he’s cast?”

Judy answered with alot of anger in her voice “He’s just cast!!!!!”

A great help that was.

Justin and Steve grabbed the horse by the fore-hooves, and dragged him around until his back was facing uphill.

He then stood up.

I was dumb-founded.

“Why can’t they stand up if their back is downhill? Can’t they roll themselves around?” I asked.

“They just don’t try,” Steve said, “You and I know that we could get ourselves out of a similar situation; horses just seem to realise that they can’t get up from where they are, so they don’t bother”.

So for a horse who managed to roll himself over a barbed-wire fence, into a position where he couldn’t get up unaided, this prick of a thing got up, ran through the gate, and galloped across the paddock like nothing was wrong.

And I nearly had a heart attack.

 There wasn’t even a scratch on him.




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  1. Wow! Such an intense adventure, especially having to go through all those emotions before you found out that really, it was all okay. (However on the same point you must have been very relieved not to need to have a heart attack after all!)

  2. so much for the quiet country life…

  3. @BDF- I was VERY relieved that the horse was OK- I didn’t admit to spooking the horses, but I would have felt extremely guilty if it had done some damage to itself.

    @Vetti- It was a bit of excitement in an otherwise dull and dreary Friday afternoon… I distinctly recall thinking, when I saw the horse hit the deck “Oh fuck-here we go!!!” and then when it didn’t even try to get up, I saw my bank balance disappear before my eyes….

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