Friday, November 18, 2011

Farm Friday - It's November. Burr.

Cold air. Brrrr.

Cold air. Burr.

Fall means burrs.
Burrs mean nasty tangles in the manes and tails of my horses.
Burrs mean much lost time picking burrs out of the manes and tails of my horses.
Burrs mean lots of little scratches all over my hands.

Here's Genevieve in a before shot. Her forelock is a solid mass of burr matts.
That's FORELOCK. 'Bangs' for all you non-horsey people out there.

Here's what's left of the pretty little braids the girls made in her mane.

And here is an after shot of Gen's two-year-old colt Pippin, after I spent about 1/2 hour de-burring him.

It was loads of fun.

I like cold weather.
I do not like burrs.

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1 comment:

Rooster Inn said...

Oh, my goodness. This brought back memories of going to Florida and the terrible sand burrs that attacked my poodle Sambo. Burrs are no fun! Hope you have a burr free week.

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