Normally when I hear about someone being kicked by a horse I sigh and express concern over how some people can be so careless. Unless it is serious enough to call for some real sympathy of course.
But that was before my very own little foal outmaneuvered me and kicked me in the chest the other day. Suddenly I belonged to my own category of careless idiots who should never be let near a horse.
And the trouble is that because the little foal is in fact not so little anymore, he managed to really wind me before he made his run for freedom. It is the first time I have been kicked that full on. Had it been a fully grown horse with shoes on I would most likely have been writing this from a hospital bed or up there.
As it happened I escaped with the experience of how unpleasant it is to not be able to breath and a small hoof shaped bruise on my chest.
Funnily enough the only thought running through my head at the time, well apart from shit I can’t breathe, was he best not have broken my ribs because then it is going to really hurt to ride Richie.
At least it showed that my recent worry about his feet was somewhat unnecessary. He sure does not have any problems doing handstands and kicking out! And that we need to practice the leading-alone-without-mummy a bit more.
With me paying a bit more attention this time.
But that was before my very own little foal outmaneuvered me and kicked me in the chest the other day. Suddenly I belonged to my own category of careless idiots who should never be let near a horse.
And the trouble is that because the little foal is in fact not so little anymore, he managed to really wind me before he made his run for freedom. It is the first time I have been kicked that full on. Had it been a fully grown horse with shoes on I would most likely have been writing this from a hospital bed or up there.
As it happened I escaped with the experience of how unpleasant it is to not be able to breath and a small hoof shaped bruise on my chest.
Funnily enough the only thought running through my head at the time, well apart from shit I can’t breathe, was he best not have broken my ribs because then it is going to really hurt to ride Richie.
At least it showed that my recent worry about his feet was somewhat unnecessary. He sure does not have any problems doing handstands and kicking out! And that we need to practice the leading-alone-without-mummy a bit more.
With me paying a bit more attention this time.
