Logs, like firewood size. Running deer. Benches. Ruffed grouse, but to be fair Gus did have one come out at his legs squawking and flapping. Lucky me was riding behind to see it all. Signs posted along trails. The sled that I use to haul water out to them for the last several weeks. They were doing somewhat ok one day going up to moving logging equipment, until the big arm with the claw on it swung in their direction. Yep, that ended that, we had to lead them past.
Oh, and one day Hubby got Gus to walk up to a bird house that was next to the trail. I was waiting for a bird to fly out bc THAT would have been a riot, but no such luck.
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And here I thought only Arabs spook at rocks!
My mare, we can ride over rocks, over and under bridges with traffic , land strewn with rock formations, walk downhill on shale-sometimes I just wanted to close my eyes and throw the reins away-but then a tiny rock somewhere -OMG, the horse eating monster going to jump and devour me-lets get outta here!!!!
Slush. I run roads alot and with this mild weather and snow it creates slush and having narrow shoulders and deep ditches cars spray us and it really bothers Rio when he gets hit. Other then that there is nothing off the top of my head that I can say bothers him. He saw his first snowmobile out on trail today and didn't bother.
Mailboxes. My horse will cross an interstate highway with no problem, and not even twitch a muscle if a transfer truck goes by and blows his horn, but a mailbox will make her do the most amazing sidepass you ever layed your peepers on.
I am trying to be the person my horse thinks I am.
This is almost embarrassing but my mustang is, alas, afraid of rocks Yes, a mustang, born in the wild, in the desert, where she lived until 18 months old, is afraid of rocks. Not the sandy desert, but high mountain desert where there is nothing but rocks. We are starting to get over our unreasonable fear of large hard objects that sit on the ground and don't move so time to move onto something else. What will it be this year? hmmm. only time will tell.
Yogurt - If you're so cultured, how come I never see you at the opera? Steven Colbert
Rocks are ok. Barrels, however; those things are evil. We encounter varying quantities depending on the day. They always see the white barrel full of sand (which one of the local farms put out in case anyone gets stuck and needs traction. ) That one was extra scary for a full half the summer because it was WHITE. It got hit by a snow plow this winter, so I expect we'll be spooking at the pieces of it for a good month or so next summer, as they will still be WHITE but no longer barrel shaped.
Trash day is really fun. My horses insist on informing me them there trash barrels were NOT there yesterday; they're up to no good. Repeat discussion at each driveway until we get to the trail head. Return 90 minutes later to discover that the trash collectors have passed, and all the barrels are now lying on their sides. My horses insist on informing me them there trash barrels were NOT lying on their sides when we went past before; they're up to no good. Repeat discussion at each driveway until we get home.