I decided to join Saiph and Carol, a new boarder with a
lovely quarter horse, for the 3-mile loop in the woods behind the barn. It’s what we consider our “safe” route—no big
hills, streams or other trail challenges.
Carol took this photo of Saiph and I riding the back loop. |
Queenie was moving along nicely except she would throw her
head every so often. As we got to the
halfway point in the ride, Queenie began trying to scratch her face on
trees. I rode up beside Carol and asked
her to check Queenie’s face to see if a fly was annoying her. Carol assured me that nothing was evident.
Queenie resembled this horse while she was scratching her head on the trees. |
Suddenly Queenie’s knees seemed to buckle and my first
thought was, “heart attack!” But within a second, I
realized that she wanted to roll.
Luckily, she went down in what felt like slow motion so I was able to
roll off. I laid there for a split
second staring up at the sky. I must
have yelled or said something because Saiph and Carol turned around quickly.
I would have preferred that Queenie rolled like this horse--without her saddle on! |
All I could do was stand by and watch as Queenie joyfully
rolled against my saddle. She was
rubbing her face on the ground as well and managed to remove the bridle and
shift the fly bonnet off her ears. When
Queenie finally stood, she calmly started grazing. I imagined her congratulating herself and
saying, “Yep, I got rid of the itch and that pesky woman on my back too!”
I grabbed the bridle and Carol jumped off and started fixing
the saddle. When Queenie’s tack was back
in order, Carol gave me a boost into the saddle and we finished our ride,
laughing all the way back to the barn about Queenie’s unexpected decision to
practice a fire safety technique—stop, drop and roll!
It was hilarious once we realized that both Queenie and you were fine! That split second where we realized both of you were on the ground was scary...until we saw your helpless shrug and Queenie's look of pure bliss as she rubbed her head against the grass! Silly girl!
ReplyDeleteAt least she wasn't hip deep in a lake when it happened. Ashke dunked me and the saddle last summer in Tucker lake. He came up dripping mud and lake slime. At least your tack wasn't wet.
ReplyDeleteGlad you are okay.