June 30, 2006

• The great Pony chase

  This morning is brought to you by the great pony chase.

  
  

  Beats head on desk.

  
  

  I woke up to my kids calling out the window "Cricket, Cricket."   I ignored it as long as I could, but eventually I recognized that I must give into the fact that something was wrong.

  
  

  Rob informed me when I pulled my butt out of bed that Cricket was missing.  He already had the kids loaded in the van.

  
  

  We headed to the nearby store.  (the next house to us) and asked.  They said she'd last been seen down by the deserted hardware store.   We headed down there--no cricket.  We next headed to the espresso sstand, she hadn't seen her.  We stopped at the restaurant past that they also confirmed she hadn't gone that far.

  
  

  So we headed back towards town and began driving streets.  We were headed back towards the lady's house we bought her at to recruit help when we found her nonchalantly eating grass in the trailer park.

  
  

  None of the trailer park residents noticed...and some of them were out drinking coffee.  It must be a small town.

  
  

  But first problem.

  
  

  She wasn't wearing her halter that she'd had on....and her stake rope was GONE.  I told Rob to watch her, but not chase her I would go home for ropes.

  
  

  Rob is a city kid and has never chased horses.

  
  

  And he didn't listen.

  
  

  So when I got back neither he nor the pony were around.  I had to begin said search again.  I headed down towards the apartments, and where I knew Cricket had been pastured for awhile.   She's in heat, and I suspected she was looking for Lightening Jack.  She was.

  
  

  By this time Teresa (the lady we bought her from) and her daughter had shown up.  Everyone had assumed it was her horse out.  Teresa had been driving around doing the same thing we had...only we never saw her.  ROFL.

  
  

  After another 20 minutes of herding Cricket we finally tricked her into following one of Teresa's pony's into the field.  She was absolutely spooked out.   Cricket is NEVER wild, something completely unhinged her.  I squatted on the ground in front of the grain bucket and just talked to her.  And after a couple misses I finally managed to catch her main and not let go.   This enabled me to put the rope around her.   At which she completely wigged, and I was greatful there was a knot on the end of the rope to keep it from slipping out of my hands.  She pulled, I pulled back.  And the great pony chase was over.

  
  

  Well except for the fact that now Rob is walking her the mile and a half home.

  
  

  Tell me again why did I think a pony was a good idea?   And we can't find the halter or stake rope anywhere--we rather suspect fowl play from teenagers.  *sigh*

  • 12:26 pm
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