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I admire horse people. As for myself, I will stick to chickens. When I was a teen, my uncle let me ride his Appaloosa, Rusty. I thought I was cute in my Tony Lama Wing tip boots, jeans, Ruffle front western shirt and hat. I got on that horse and all went well until suppertime- he ran to the barn and managed to scrape me off on a low hanging mesquite branch. I wasn't going to let him get away with that, so in my infinite wisdom, led him to the pond - West Texas red dirt water- and as he was drinking, climbed aboard. He walked out into the pond and bucked me off in the water. Nope, horses are not my thing. Chickens now- they don't buck.

No, according to egg walrus they just shoot poo six ft at you with incredible accuracy. :lau
 
I admire horse people. As for myself, I will stick to chickens. When I was a teen, my uncle let me ride his Appaloosa, Rusty. I thought I was cute in my Tony Lama Wing tip boots, jeans, Ruffle front western shirt and hat. I got on that horse and all went well until suppertime- he ran to the barn and managed to scrape me off on a low hanging mesquite branch. I wasn't going to let him get away with that, so in my infinite wisdom, led him to the pond - West Texas red dirt water- and as he was drinking, climbed aboard. He walked out into the pond and bucked me off in the water. Nope, horses are not my thing. Chickens now- they don't buck.
Also, appaloosa are known in the horse world for being one of the most stubborn, hard headed breeds. I've always gotten along fine with them.... not sure what that's about....:D
 
Moon sounds like a great mare. And the blue-turned-red isn't really so unusual. I had a blue-roan mottled Appy who would go "rusty" every winter, too. Sure looked different, so much so that people accused me of swapping horse, come Spring, when Billy went from a rust-ridden fuzzbomb to a tall, sleek, dapply blue-roan again. He was an amazing horse, too. I had him almost 30 years, and he was a gem the whole time ... Mr. Personality in horse pajamas!
I always got asked if I got a new horse every season switch too. I always love it when they get to shedding really good. I would pluck my name into her fur:lol:
 
Taking a bit of a devil's advocate approach here... I don't buy it. So either you need to literally RUN DON'T WALK TO PLAY POWERBALL OR MEGAMILLIONS.... or something doesn't add up, and based on the odds I am thinking it is something doesn't add up.

Here's why- because I am a Duke MBA graduate NERD and when I saw this the first thing that came to mind was "ooh a big equation that nerds like me BEG to have a meaningful use for to validate our existence through math"!!!

So... I'll put this in laymans terms...

The Odds of getting 15 Roosters and 0 Hens out of eggs is incredibly slim
If you assume it's a 50/50 chance to get a Roo or a Hen
Across 15 chances then, you are essentially multiplying 1/2 - 15 times consecutively
Ultimately, that gets you to P(H^15)=3.0517578125E-5
Which in cleaner terms means 1/32768 or a 1 in 32,768 chance.

I call BS unless you are the (un)luckiest person alive. BUT, thank you for the math fun! Now my education was only 99% ineffective.

So what are the odds of 3 eggs hatching out all roos? Cuz I'm pretty sure all 3 I hatched out are boys:barnie

Also, welcome to the madhouse.

Watch out for flying poo.
 
Yeah, but a word to the wise .. Do NOT, under ANY circumstances, eat HORSE EGGS!
This reminds me of the time we were moving some stuff around outside at my old place back in AZ. My friend dropped the pallet, turned ghost white, and booked it to the otherside of the yard so fast the chickens couldn't get out of his way. I asked him what the problem was. Wanna know what he said?

He found rattlesnake eggs.....

Omg I cried for days from laughing at that fool. They were quail eggs.
 
Ultimately, that gets you to P(H^15)=3.0517578125E-5
Which in cleaner terms means 1/32768 or a 1 in 32,768 chance.
Okay ... to quote (or at least paraphrase) one of my least favorite characters in one of my least favorite movies ...
"So you're saying that there's a 1 in 32,768 chance that this can happen? YES! That means that there IS a chance!" and proceeds to prove the one in a gazillion chance valid.
 
Okay ... to quote (or at least paraphrase) one of my least favorite characters in one of my least favorite movies ...
"So you're saying that there's a 1 in 32,768 chance that this can happen? YES! That means that there IS a chance!" and proceeds to prove the one in a gazillion chance valid.
I love it! You have a good point!!
 
Swimming on a horse is an experience of a lifetime!!
That's the understatement of the day. My Billy loved the water! Of course, there was the one time when Einstein here decided to hop off and lead him up the bank when he didn't really want to end our playtime ... and he changed his mind just as I got positioned. To a horse, mud and bare feet squish about the same, so he didn't realize where his foot was until he'd already pushed off the top of mine. Thank heavens for the depth of the mud, ... but it still put me in the hospital (horsepital?)
 
That's the understatement of the day. My Billy loved the water! Of course, there was the one time when Einstein here decided to hop off and lead him up the bank when he didn't really want to end our playtime ... and he changed his mind just as I got positioned. To a horse, mud and bare feet squish about the same, so he didn't realize where his foot was until he'd already pushed off the top of mine. Thank heavens for the depth of the mud, ... but it still put me in the hospital (horsepital?)
I think the horsepital is where the horse goes when you step on his foot. :lau

Surprisingly, I have yet to be hospitalized from a horse. I had one step on my foot and slide down a hill a couple inches, on my foot. I was barefoot. I still have a scar, but I rode that horse home, dripping blood, bandaged it up and went on with my day. I was 13:gig

Have yet to be thrown as well, and that's not because no horse ever tried. A lot of them did. They tried very hard. One even stopped traffic and earned me a round of applause. That particular horse NEVER gave me a problem after that.:clap

I have fallen twice. Once I bailed onto a fence and sliced my hand open. The fence was better than the barrel and the hooves dodging around it. I was bareback. The second time i fell my friend and I were racing, I was bareback again, but had a Navajo blanket on. Well, her horse got mad I was getting in front, and cut my horse off, so my horse swerved and slid to a stop. I slipped off the side and was clinging with my arms around his neck, and legs around his belly. I looked down and thought "that's a long way down", then looked up and thought "that's a long way up". I knew I wasnt getting back up from that position, nor was I getting down comfortably, so I let go, fell and laid there for a minute. That giant horse came over and nuzzled me till i got up like he was saying sorry. Cutest thing ever! He was 17h too, BIG boy, but sweetest horse ever.
 

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