Gracie chases motorcycles. Yes, you read that right, she chases motorcycles and four-wheelers. Which leads to another interesting aspect of life with horses. I knew about the four-wheeler gig. Kevin and I would go over onto the neighbor’s 200+ acres to check on the horses in the wintertime. They learned to come running when they saw us. You know, the old carrots in the bucket trick. For fun, Gracie would run along after the four-wheeler just like she was running with another horse. Willa would join the run. We’d all stop at the flat spot not too far up the hill.
Loren came home from classes today on his Buell 750. Gracie picked up the pursuit and ran up the driveway until he parked the bike in the garage. Next time he goes out I’ll have to be ready with the camera or video to catch her in action. It is my guess that being young, energetic and of cutting horse bloodlines, she thinks “Oh boy, let’s chase the cow.” (Her cohort in crime, Willa, also taught her to herd wild turkeys.)
“Who, me? I didn’t step in the pumpkins!” Gracie’s look of innocence.
So, come noontime today I go out to hand water the tomato plants and the pumpkin starts. What do I find? Two hoof prints in the started pumpkins tray! Here they are:
The evidence is probably stuck in the front shoes of one of the horses. I wonder which one carries the remains of squished pumpkin starts. This also reminds me that after trail riding season (summer) maybe Gracie and I will be pursuing cow-horse training. Or possibly we’ll take up motorcycle racing–after all quarter horses are known for their sprinter’s speed. Although pumpkin rolling might be interesting.