Post by moncheri on Jan 2, 2011 10:17:23 GMT -5
Funny yet sad Christmas story....
So on Christmas morning Chicky & I went out to the horse farm to take Maverick (my horse) his Christmas goodies. After cleaning out Maverick's stall, I took Chicky & the farm owners' 2 dogs (Brutus & Shadow) out back for a walk. The snow was still pretty deep so we couldn't go as far as we usually do, but the dogs enjoy the walk so we trekked along the tire tracks that the tractor & manure spreader made the day before. I had brought my camera with me thinking it would be nice to get some Christmas photos.
Chicky & I were forging ahead but the boys were lagging behind...they seemed to be playing with something in the snow. They some times bat around the frozen "horse buns" like a hockey puck but this was something different. When I walked back towards them I realized they were "playing" with a little mole - much like a cat would. The mole would try to run for the deeper snow to hide in but one of the boys would paw it back onto the tire track - never really hurting poor little mole but terrorizing it all the same. Then little mole made a fatal mistake...it squeaked. Chicky came bounding from 50 feet away, right in between Brutus & Shadow, picked the mole up, gave one quick shake of her head, dropped it dead to the snow & stood back looking at the boy as if to say "that's how you do it" then came trotting merrily back to me quite proud of herself!
Here's some photos (I did not take any of the poor dearly departed mole - I felt just sick that this happened on Christmas days of all days....I guess the animals don't know that though).
The 3 partners in crime...hard to imagine that last Christmas these boys were just little puppies - they're bigger than Chicky now.
Shadow (left) & Brutus (right) Hard to believe that they're litter mates - mom was a border collie, dad was a German Sheppard.
Wondering why the little mole will no longer move!
Chicky & Brutus
Finally a picture of the beastie not an accomplice to this sad event.
So on Christmas morning Chicky & I went out to the horse farm to take Maverick (my horse) his Christmas goodies. After cleaning out Maverick's stall, I took Chicky & the farm owners' 2 dogs (Brutus & Shadow) out back for a walk. The snow was still pretty deep so we couldn't go as far as we usually do, but the dogs enjoy the walk so we trekked along the tire tracks that the tractor & manure spreader made the day before. I had brought my camera with me thinking it would be nice to get some Christmas photos.
Chicky & I were forging ahead but the boys were lagging behind...they seemed to be playing with something in the snow. They some times bat around the frozen "horse buns" like a hockey puck but this was something different. When I walked back towards them I realized they were "playing" with a little mole - much like a cat would. The mole would try to run for the deeper snow to hide in but one of the boys would paw it back onto the tire track - never really hurting poor little mole but terrorizing it all the same. Then little mole made a fatal mistake...it squeaked. Chicky came bounding from 50 feet away, right in between Brutus & Shadow, picked the mole up, gave one quick shake of her head, dropped it dead to the snow & stood back looking at the boy as if to say "that's how you do it" then came trotting merrily back to me quite proud of herself!
Here's some photos (I did not take any of the poor dearly departed mole - I felt just sick that this happened on Christmas days of all days....I guess the animals don't know that though).
The 3 partners in crime...hard to imagine that last Christmas these boys were just little puppies - they're bigger than Chicky now.
Shadow (left) & Brutus (right) Hard to believe that they're litter mates - mom was a border collie, dad was a German Sheppard.
Wondering why the little mole will no longer move!
Chicky & Brutus
Finally a picture of the beastie not an accomplice to this sad event.