When horses greet one another they breathe into each others noses. People can blow softly into a horse's nostrils to say hello too. It's horse language! The Little Brown Girl on the left is still too standoffish, but we exhale into Bella's nose and she likes it. She will be still while we do it. Her mama, Nike, will blow back to us. If you think Bella has a big nose you should feel Nike exhale into your nose! It smells of warm hay. I like it so much. Their muzzles are so soft.
The other week-end we drove by the Rush Ranch on the way to our horses. At Rush Ranch they raise thoroughbreds and have a very, as in very, nice layout. As we drove by I saw a man with one single horse in the center of a large open area. They were both very still and he was sitting on a big upside down bucket and the horse's head was hanging way down toward him as if he was having a conversation with it. It appeared as though the horse was listening intently. My husband said, "Look, it's a horse whisperer!" Is that what he was doing? I think so. I want to know more about what he was doing.
Today was duperly cold. It began to snow on us while we were feeding the horses. The photo above is from earlier in the week. The two fillies were curious about my camera and were crowding me (in a nice way). That's a change because at first they were shy of the camera and would look alarmed and would go away when my camera clicked. Guess they got used to the clicking sound.
Our insurance and truck repair thus far has been a headache. Our insurance sent out an estimator who says we can get the damage popped out for $600.00. Puh-leeze. Husband said he'll get three estimates and all three are twice as much as this insurance guy says and one of the places is one he recommended to us. He's talking to his managers now. Sheesh. Yeah, he better talk to his managers or we want arbitration or something. We'll contest it. Six hundred dollars my eye. It needs a new quarter panel. People say to me that there's no way someone wouldn't know they hit the truck. Even one of the estimators said the way she hit the axle would stop her so abruptly she would know she hit something. Well, I told them, I'm taking her at her word. I refuse to discuss it further because a lie is known by the person who's lying. It doesn't matter what I think. I just want to get truckie fixed. We finally opted to go through our own insurance because she took two weeks to call her insurance and now we have to wait for her mum to call her insurance because she was driving her mother's car. It's all very tiring, yes. By going through our own insurance we can get the repair done now and not have to remind someone umpteen times to call their insurance. Our insurance company will pursue them and get reimbursement. Of course, six hundred dollars is a joke. No one will fix us for that unless I take it to a high school auto shop.
Then I got a computer virus yesterday. Luckily, Eset caught it and I did a system restore to the 21st and everything has been good.
3 comments:
I love how soft horses muzzles are. My in-laws have horses in the pasture by them, and when we lived with my in-laws I was able to get a lot more comfortable around horses. I used to blow on their nose, not knowing that was horse language :)! I do that to my dog when she smells me, so I did it to the horses too. I'm so sorry about the big problems with the insurance. I hope it all works out soon so you can get your truck fixed.
I never knew that about horses, how cool. I hope you get the truck fixed the way it should be.
I would LOVE to greet a horse with a warm face-to-muzzle breath! And I do that with my dog, too, although she's so small it's just a forehead-to-forehead time, slow moments, of inhaling each other's essence. Neither one of us brings the loveliness of warm hay to the greeting, either!
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