Post by twisting on Feb 25, 2012 6:07:09 GMT -5
Well I'm back home from Afghanistan, and I'm overjoyed. If only because it was 20 degrees and snowing in Afghanistan and it's 75 and sunny in Hawaii.
Keno was happy to see me. I wasn't sure if he would remember me but his ears snapped forward as soon as I called his name and he gave me one of those sweet little nickers he usually reserves for the ladies. Probably because he was hoping for food.
He's doing great, the young lady who was riding him took great care of him. Unfortunately he managed to get himself kicked out of both of the herds in the 6 months I was gone, and now lives in a paddock by himself.
He got kicked out of the mixed gender herd because he doesn't realize he's a gelding, and those bits don't work anymore, despite his best efforts.
He got kicked out of the gelding herd because he almost killed one of the other horses. The poor old guy had a stroke. No one quite knows what got into Keno but they say he went after that horse with a vengeance. From the stories I'm being told Keno had the old horse one his knees at one point. My friend had to ward Keno off with a lunge whip for 30 minutes until someone could catch him and separate them.
I can only assume it's some herd instinct, to drive out the sick horse so it can't attract predators, only magnified because the old guy had nowhere to go. He was put down a day later, a day too late if you ask me. It's hard to imagine my sleepy boy doing anything quite so vicious, but he always has been a bit of a bully in the pasture.
I'm slowly getting back into shape, even short rides leave me stiff and sore the next day. Whatever happened to those days where I could cruise around bareback all day without missing a beat?
I'd had my heart set on heading up to Oregon in June for the adoption so I could pick out my new mustang, but work has other plans. They pushed back my language training class, so instead of oogling adorable mustangs I'm going to be muddling my way through dry Korean passages about the economic difficulties.
Keno was happy to see me. I wasn't sure if he would remember me but his ears snapped forward as soon as I called his name and he gave me one of those sweet little nickers he usually reserves for the ladies. Probably because he was hoping for food.
He's doing great, the young lady who was riding him took great care of him. Unfortunately he managed to get himself kicked out of both of the herds in the 6 months I was gone, and now lives in a paddock by himself.
He got kicked out of the mixed gender herd because he doesn't realize he's a gelding, and those bits don't work anymore, despite his best efforts.
He got kicked out of the gelding herd because he almost killed one of the other horses. The poor old guy had a stroke. No one quite knows what got into Keno but they say he went after that horse with a vengeance. From the stories I'm being told Keno had the old horse one his knees at one point. My friend had to ward Keno off with a lunge whip for 30 minutes until someone could catch him and separate them.
I can only assume it's some herd instinct, to drive out the sick horse so it can't attract predators, only magnified because the old guy had nowhere to go. He was put down a day later, a day too late if you ask me. It's hard to imagine my sleepy boy doing anything quite so vicious, but he always has been a bit of a bully in the pasture.
I'm slowly getting back into shape, even short rides leave me stiff and sore the next day. Whatever happened to those days where I could cruise around bareback all day without missing a beat?
I'd had my heart set on heading up to Oregon in June for the adoption so I could pick out my new mustang, but work has other plans. They pushed back my language training class, so instead of oogling adorable mustangs I'm going to be muddling my way through dry Korean passages about the economic difficulties.
