Gelding?
As Zach and I got out of the car we heard a huge whinny. “What’s that?” he asked. One of the other borders coming out of the barn answered laughing, “Guess he’s excited you’re here.”
Jigs? It wasn’t a welcome whinny and Jigs is not normally vocal. Was that Jigs?
He was in his stall pacing even though he had hay. He screamed again.
“What’s up with Jigs,” I asked eying him for other signs of distress.
“He had an interesting day.”
“Interesting?”
“He got turned out with a few of the mares.”
Oh-Oh, I thought, remembering a camping incident and some ‘horse foreplay’ at 5 AM that involved me yelling, “Jigs get down,” and waking half the camp ground.
“On purpose?” I asked.
“Thought we could change up the herd but Jigs decided they were his mares wouldn’t let anyone else near them.”
That happened the last time he was in a mixed herd.
By now Jigs was on the cross-ties and, pardon the pun, jigging in place. He screamed again.
“Cut it out Jigs,” I said pulling the cinch tighter. He snorted and swished his tail.
“Zach, want to ride?” I asked looking at him sidewards.
“Ahhh, no,” he said stepping away quickly. “I’ll just watch you tonight.”
Jig whinnied again. No response from the mares.
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