hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Acorns away!
Posted 10-22-2015 at 07:18 PM by hunterseat
I've heard it said that it's not a good idea to allow your horses to graze on acorns. I had a little oak tree in my Mississippi front yard. It dropped acorns about a half inch across. My horses, quite conspicuously, hung out under that tree in the fall. I knew what they were doing, the buggers. But I always wondered how in the world those acorns could be a problem for horses.
Fast forward several years and many states away, I live in a home surrounded by oak trees. When the acorns began to fall, there was so much noise it made the dogs bark. They are the biggest acorns I've ever seen! The locals here are saying it's the sign of a long, cold (hard) winter. Great. My first New England winter. And the acorns fall 24/7 at random intervals on the ground, the deck, the roof (my favorite because you can hear them rolling off as you lay in bed). Glad it's not barefoot weather because that would be worse than holly leaves! My little dog usually doesn't like walking on stuff. Even in Atlanta she preferred to stay away from the little acorns. She got a hollowed out acorn stuck on her little paw pad once and I thought the point of the shell was something sharp stuck in her foot? I had the tweezers, trying to pick that little pointy thing out. I didn't realize her "pad" was actually an acorn shell. I dogress.
These acorns? My little dog loves 'em. She lays in the yard and slobbers all over them, eventually squirreling them away inside in her bed. We find acorn pieces scattered all around the house. So when she gets caught with something she stops and does her sneaky walk. Slowly tip-toeing, she eventually sprints for her bed where she enjoys the spoils of her tiny-dog hunt.
Recently I was at work, on a different level of the building where I sometimes go to confer with others but I really don't belong. My cubicle is upstairs. I spotted a box of cupcakes with only two left. Mmmm...I sure would enjoy one. I looked left. I looked right. I was doing my sneaky walk. Slowly and silently I picked one of the frosted goodies up and headed towards "home". Back to my cubicle. As I sprinted up the stairs, and headed for my corner of the building I knew exactly how my little dog felt as she carried her acorn home, looking forward to the enjoyment.
And of course...it was good. But not for horses.
Fast forward several years and many states away, I live in a home surrounded by oak trees. When the acorns began to fall, there was so much noise it made the dogs bark. They are the biggest acorns I've ever seen! The locals here are saying it's the sign of a long, cold (hard) winter. Great. My first New England winter. And the acorns fall 24/7 at random intervals on the ground, the deck, the roof (my favorite because you can hear them rolling off as you lay in bed). Glad it's not barefoot weather because that would be worse than holly leaves! My little dog usually doesn't like walking on stuff. Even in Atlanta she preferred to stay away from the little acorns. She got a hollowed out acorn stuck on her little paw pad once and I thought the point of the shell was something sharp stuck in her foot? I had the tweezers, trying to pick that little pointy thing out. I didn't realize her "pad" was actually an acorn shell. I dogress.
These acorns? My little dog loves 'em. She lays in the yard and slobbers all over them, eventually squirreling them away inside in her bed. We find acorn pieces scattered all around the house. So when she gets caught with something she stops and does her sneaky walk. Slowly tip-toeing, she eventually sprints for her bed where she enjoys the spoils of her tiny-dog hunt.
Recently I was at work, on a different level of the building where I sometimes go to confer with others but I really don't belong. My cubicle is upstairs. I spotted a box of cupcakes with only two left. Mmmm...I sure would enjoy one. I looked left. I looked right. I was doing my sneaky walk. Slowly and silently I picked one of the frosted goodies up and headed towards "home". Back to my cubicle. As I sprinted up the stairs, and headed for my corner of the building I knew exactly how my little dog felt as she carried her acorn home, looking forward to the enjoyment.
And of course...it was good. But not for horses.
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