It was a hot, bright afternoon.<\/p>\n
(This is my version of a dark and stormy night, only much scarier)<\/p>\n
The flies were swarming.<\/p>\n
I brought Sunshine in for a quick work. He was very willing all things considered. We danced together, or did our best as he stopped regularly to swat flies away with a swing of his nose.<\/p>\n
As I asked him to step sideways I looked there in front of my nose, on the base of his neck. Right in front of my face sat not a normal fly but a big green eyed horse fly. Not the smaller deer fly, not one of the giant, evil black bull flies. I’ve sat a bucking horse before and glanced around to see that the whole fiasco was being caused by a giant bull fly biting my horse. I swatted it and the bucking stopped. That’s not usually what we think of when we say that pain is often the cause of bad behavior.<\/p>\n
This middle of the road sized but still nasty horse fly was perched on my horses neck preparing to attack. Leaping into protective gear I swung and smashed the horrid creature before it could hurt my darling pony. It came away crushed between my fingers. I turned in triumph to show my pony what I had saved him from.<\/p>\n
Sunshine in the mean time had been suddenly and unjustly attacked. His person for no apparent reason had gone from quietly asking hi to yield to beating him nearly to a pulp while he stood by innocently. Head thrown high he shied violently to the side.<\/p>\n
“No Sunshine! No. I’m not beating you.” I tried to explain. I was saving you. Saving. Don’t you understand the difference?<\/p>\n
Green bug eyes peered blindly up from my fingers as I showed him my war trophy. I saved you from this monster.<\/p>\n
Eyeing me askance he was not convinced. First I beat him then I wave my arms about in his face. I had clearly lost my mind. Dropping the defeated insect I tried to make it up to my horse. I petted him and offered cookies. Then we got back to work. He shied every time I lifted an arm. That’s what I get for saving him from certain doom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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