This evening, Daddy Long Legs, the grey gelding that is kept with the boarding horses at the blue barn, was separated from his pasture mates and alone in the small paddock. Wondering why he was there, Lisa and I went over to visit with him.
OUCH!! Here's why:
That's a lot of stitches across his nose!!
I have a text out to Tim, hoping to discover what caused such a bad cut on poor Daddy Long Legs' nose. It's an unusual spot for an injury on a horse, and since Tim is really good about maintaining a safe environment for his horses, I don't think it would be scrap metal or anything lying about the pasture.
As we were leaving, I took one last look at Daddy Long Legs. He stood looking forlornly over the fence at his friends in the other pasture, swished his tail at a fly and...
He is a SHE!!!
How could I have missed that for a year and a half?? Well, I generally don't look at a horse's private parts, so in my defense, I guess I never checked the gender and just assumed he was a gelding!
Lisa and I sat a few moments in stunned disbelief and then started laughing. Of course, Daddy Long Legs will no longer work as a name (I don't know the horse's real name and made that up because "he" has a very short back and outlandishly long, long legs) so we decided "she" was like a supermodel with those legs.
And, as a nod to the 60s icon and supermodel, we settled on the name "Twiggy" for her.
(I still cannot believe that neither Lisa nor I ever checked her gender!)
