It’s so cold here at the moment. Not great for the young foal that was born last week in the icy field adjacent to the recreation ground on Lansbury Drive.
He must be wondering why he suddenly finds himself in such frosty conditions when only a few days ago he was warm and snug in a much cozier environment.
When we passed him this morning, Audrey looked at me as if to ask, ‘When are the horses going to be stabled for the winter?’
‘When the evil farmer decides they’ve suffered enough.’ I told her.
I know horses are fairly hardy creatures – and I am certainly no farmer – but it seems to me that a newly-born foal should already be stabled. But what do I know?
‘The horses are cold,’ a small Asian boy observed as he passed us on his way to school. ‘It’s time they were hibernating.’
‘Horses don’t hibernate, little fellow,’ I informed him, trying to be helpful.
‘Oh yes they do,’ he replied. ‘And monkeys.’
‘The only animals that hibernate in this country are dormice, hedgehogs and bats,’ I continued.
‘Vampire bats?’
‘No.’
‘Frankenstein bats?’
‘I’m afraid not. Just ordinary bats.’
Silence. Then: ‘You’re weird.’
I just can’t win.
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Strange for a foal to be born at this time of the year. Silly mama! Don’t they usually do all that in Spring? Does the crazy farmer even know he’s got a foal? Phone the SPCA!
I think they just plop out whenever necessary. These horses seem to be left pretty much to their own devices, anyway. I phoned the RSPCA last year when I noticed they didn’t have any water but nothing was done. They are very big Shire-type horses so maybe they don’t need water, or something.
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