That idea of “They are majestic creatures, so noble” is overstated. Horses are scared assholes most of the time.
Plastic bags caught on barbed wire fences have probably caused more panic induced injuries than all the real dangers horse have ever encountered.
*bag flutters in wind*
“Fuuucckkk!! Wolves! Shit! Save me human!”
*throws rider into the fence and runs for the horizon*
“Human is cold please help”
*puts on blanket*
“NOT WHAT I MEANT FUCK YOU IM GONNA DIE”
*ten seconds later*
“This has always been here i don’t know what came over me I’m sorry human”
Horses are majestic idiots.
This is why they put blinders on work horses, isn’t it? So they have no peripheral visions and can’t freak out when something happens just on the edge of their view that they can’t quite be sure of
alright, so adding to the proof that horses are too dumb to exist, I have two geldings who I keep out on approximately 9 acres of pasture. So I go out to check on them one afternoon right after I get back home from class (I had checked on them before class as and they were both fine) and one of them had their eye swollen up to about the size of a tennis ball.
(that’s his eye the day it happened)
So I call the vet out, and when he arrived he immediately numbed his eye and started spooning out “cheese” aka a more pleasant way of saying extreme amounts of white pus from under his eyelid. At first Berrie (my horse) didn’t resist the sterile swabs that were spooning the goop out of his eye, but after a few minutes he started to get sick of it and so we sedated him. One sedation and eye test strip later the vet determined that he had a puncture wound that went into his eye, and noted that based on the size and location that the most likely culprit was, get this, a grass stem.
And that is how my horse has a)made himself half blind and b)damned himself to the fate of eternally wearing a fly mask to prevent him from stabbing his eye again
fred has tried to kill me in the exact fashion of this video multiple times. He fucking did it yesterday.
I have three donkeys and they are all you’re token donkeys in the sense that if a dog or cat they dont recognize comes onto the property they will chase them off (or fuck them up, depends on how smart the animal is).
Molly and sweetie are pretty fearless.
Todd on the other hand is afraid of bikes, scooters, strollers, and most anything you ride on that isn’t obviously a car/cart. Except for motorcycles. He thinks is mini donkey self can take on a motorcycle.
