After a week of no news here, I still don’t have anything very interesting to write about. This weekend was largely spent sawing and burning dead branches left over from the ice storm so I could cut the grass. The only equine activity was putting Shadowfax’s grazing muzzle on, which he does not appreciate in the least. I swing back and forth between feeling sorry for him and getting so aggravated that I’m tempted to leave it off and let him founder so I can put him down.
In the lack of any exciting recent news, I might as well report a highlight of last weekend’s hunter pace that I forgot to mention. As I pulled in the gate at about 8:30 AM, very few other people were around. A couple of organizers were setting up the secretary’s table, and a couple of outriders were tacking up at their trailers. As I passed the trailers, I saw a fox at the edge of the driveway, a big, long-legged one that almost didn’t look real. As my befuddled brain tried to process what I was seeing, I thought it might be a fake or stuffed one someone had put out for decoration. But it was real, and just strolling along, oblivious to the surrounding human activity.
I jumped out of my car and started yelling “Tally Ho!” and pointing. The outriders just looked over and waved, not thinking my behavior was unusual at all. Finally they noticed the fox, who was not disturbed at all by the crazy shouting human. He just kept ambling along, and wandered into a nearby barn. I guess he knew hunt season was over.