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It's no fun feeding in the dark, but don't you love the summers when it doesn't get dark until almost 10pm?
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Yes, I love the long days of summer.

Usually, my horses are pretty good, but occasionally my Morab mare thinks she will starve if she doesn't get that hay NOW and she throws a huge tantrum. Of course I can't give it to her until she calms down, so we have a stand off. Under normal circumstances she is the horse I trust the most to never purposefully hurt me, but get between her and her dinner...yikes! She kicked me in the thigh once. Holy cow, I thought my leg was broke. When the bruised formed and the swelling went down, I could see that she just got me with the very tip of her hoof. I'd hate to experience the full force of that kind of kick.

Luckily, the geese and ducks can only voice their impatience!!!
 
My horse growing up, a Welsh pony/Arabian cross, was smart as a whip, and not remotely trustworthy for not kicking. I learned real quick to walk very close behind her, since I'd reather get kicked in the legs than the head/face/chest area. Oh, and she LOVED to lay down whenever we crossed a creek. I had to whap her on the bum with the reins to keep her moving.
 
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Funny stuff, Marty. I have horses that will lay down while trail riding if they get extra sweaty or come across a nice sandy patch. It can give the ride an added challenge at times. The cool thing about having horses for so many years is that it makes handling geese super easy. Hard to be intimidated of something that weighs 20lbs after working with something that weighs over 1000lbs.
 
The cool thing about having horses for so many years is that it makes handling geese super easy. Hard to be intimidated of something that weighs 20lbs after working with something that weighs over 1000lbs.

No kidding! Really puts things into perspective.
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I've noticed that I automatically move around the ducks and geese like I would around the horses, too (slow, no startling movements, etc.).
 
I suppose the guy who built my barn just glares at me from the great void for putting mini milk goats and geese into his barn. One of his business here on the prairie long ago was a livery stable, and he bred race horses (but back then a race was usually horses pulling light carts) here on the property. He kept his very favorites in the barn here at his house instead of in town (1/2 mile away). I hope my old saddle and bridle hanging in the loft upstairs comforts him. (LOL)
 
I suppose the guy who built my barn just glares at me from the great void for putting mini milk goats and geese into his barn. One of his business here on the prairie long ago was a livery stable, and he bred race horses (but back then a race was usually horses pulling light carts) here on the property. He kept his very favorites in the barn here at his house instead of in town (1/2 mile away). I hope my old saddle and bridle hanging in the loft upstairs comforts him. (LOL)
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Well guys... this was a first on my adventures with geese. Today... I got "fertilized" by my gander.
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We had some company this morning, and in an effort to lead the geese away from our guest, I picked up our gander and walked to the backyard, calling my goose to follow. My gander was not enjoying our little walk and struggled & tugged on my sweater the whole way. Then something felt different on his lower half, and knowing what it was, I adjusted my hold on him, but apparently not fast enough because then.. yeah. On my hand. Gross!

I'm guessing he was either so upset that he was being carried away or wound up by the visitor that he just had to get rid of that energy somehow, and since he was being held, that was the only way. But still, gross.
 

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