Have you ever seen one? A monstrous, white dinosaur that reaches all the way up to your knee while it fluffs its ominous black tail feathers and gives you the death glare?
Emilie isn’t usually afraid of chickens. There were chickens on the farm we bought her from, two years ago. Chickens aren’t frightening. Heck, when we moved to the new barn two weeks ago, she seemed happy to see chickens again. Chickens were a comforting sight.
The arrival of another new pony this week changed things. The new guy is extremely stressed out and has little to no experience being handled by humans. He seems to never really have learned how to socialize either, whether with horses or humans. New guy is neither dumb nor mean but obviously, there’s been elevated stress levels in the herd (since then, he’s been put in a separate pasture with two older geldings to help him settle in).
I’ve probably mentioned that Emilie is firmly convinced that she is a boy. The other day she went into full stallion mode as I was walking her in from pasture. Those who’ve seen me walking Emilie on a lead know that in our case this means, she walks, I kind of lean in over her for support, and she paces herself to be my living crutch. She’s a very caring horse that way. And protective.
Particularly against devilsaurs.
The farm’s chickens had decided to nap out in the courtyard. Emilie came to a crashing halt, puffed herself up with tail high and round neck like a stallion defending his herd. Then she shouldered me away until she was firmly between me and the vicious raptor gang. We walked sideways to the barn door, her shielding me with her own heroic flesh.
I’m still giggling gratefully. Giggling because it looked friggin’ hilarious, and grateful because I own a horse who sees me as a herd mate that she wants to protect.
2 Replies to “Devilsaurs of Doom”
Oh Emilie, she’s such a good girl! My girl was scared to death of the “horse-eating-monster” that she was sure was going to get her while she was eating her hay. Actually the neighbors got a new rooster. It took her about 4 days until she could stay in her stall while the rooster was singing. Day 4 she looked at me like “ it’s just a silly rooster, no need to be scared”!!
Emilie lived with chickens and roosters where we bought her from, so she is completely used to them. But I guess any excuse goes when one is feeling all riled up and in need of protecting one’s food-person! I trained her to look out for me so of course I don’t laugh at her when she does, but I swear, I had to bite my cheek in order not to!