Hoof Date: Monday 20th October, 2008.
Leaving on a Horse Transport
All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your gate
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The transports waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesomeI could die
So neigh at me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Neigh to me like youll never let me go cause
Im leavin on a transport
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh Mamy, I hate to go.
(Proper words for Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver)
Im writing this courtesy of Mona's Blackbury. Its amazing the technology isnt it? The nice young man from Higgins drops me off. I miss Mamy. I told her I wouldnt be gone long... being pregnant she cried when I left. Hormones!
We're standing in the Quarantine Yards at the farm. All us ladies, all different shapes and sizes. Some of us fat (hmmm) and some skinny - all here for the same purpose. Mona's here to visit to visit the pretty boy. Crownie over in the next yard has come for an interlude with the black boy. Me, I am waiting to see Conatus.
Its not the first time I have met this young man... I seem to remember him tickling my fancy the year before last ... and young Harry being the result of that. *Sigh* What a guy.
I stand and call out to the girls on the bikes.... "Scuse me? Um, am I being fed soon?" "Hello?" Ah, here she comes ... "What's for breakfast today?" I ask ... "Stop being so pushy Pip" She answers.... I shrug because a girl has to know what's for breakfast!
I get a collar and a name tag.... "Its ok, I know who Iam" I say .... "Oh do you think I could have a pretty blue one instead of this orange one?"
It must be mare day ... The big blue car flashes by... I can hear all the girls being run in from all over the farm; doors and gates crashing and banging. Archie's Babe did her nana in the crush .... dearie there is no sense fighting the inevitable is there? Im standing at the far end of my yard and I can see and hear all the other ladies... "Hello....??? Hello???" No answer. I go and stand with Mona and wait.
One of the young girls comes and gets me... "Where are we going?" I ask ... No answer.
Once again its in through the crush. Uh oh... there goes the hand up my fany again.... "Yipes That's cold!" I tell the young girl but she ignores my pleas - a girl doesnt have much dignity left after going this process. Out we go through the other end of the crush and its back to the to the yards...
Gossip is rife back at the yards. Mona complaining that her follicle wasnt big enough... Crownie whingeing that she doesnt have any ... I turn around and I hear my name being called... "Pippy!" ... Its the missus ...what's she doing here? Maybe she is going through the crush as well? I pretend to ignore my name...after all she's the one who put me here!
"Guess what Pip.... tomorrow afternoon ... you and the big boy ..."
Saints preserve me ... where's Mamy when I need her?
Leaving on a Horse Transport
All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your gate
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The transports waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesomeI could die
So neigh at me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Neigh to me like youll never let me go cause
Im leavin on a transport
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh Mamy, I hate to go.
(Proper words for Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver)
Im writing this courtesy of Mona's Blackbury. Its amazing the technology isnt it? The nice young man from Higgins drops me off. I miss Mamy. I told her I wouldnt be gone long... being pregnant she cried when I left. Hormones!
We're standing in the Quarantine Yards at the farm. All us ladies, all different shapes and sizes. Some of us fat (hmmm) and some skinny - all here for the same purpose. Mona's here to visit to visit the pretty boy. Crownie over in the next yard has come for an interlude with the black boy. Me, I am waiting to see Conatus.
Its not the first time I have met this young man... I seem to remember him tickling my fancy the year before last ... and young Harry being the result of that. *Sigh* What a guy.
I stand and call out to the girls on the bikes.... "Scuse me? Um, am I being fed soon?" "Hello?" Ah, here she comes ... "What's for breakfast today?" I ask ... "Stop being so pushy Pip" She answers.... I shrug because a girl has to know what's for breakfast!
I get a collar and a name tag.... "Its ok, I know who Iam" I say .... "Oh do you think I could have a pretty blue one instead of this orange one?"
It must be mare day ... The big blue car flashes by... I can hear all the girls being run in from all over the farm; doors and gates crashing and banging. Archie's Babe did her nana in the crush .... dearie there is no sense fighting the inevitable is there? Im standing at the far end of my yard and I can see and hear all the other ladies... "Hello....??? Hello???" No answer. I go and stand with Mona and wait.
One of the young girls comes and gets me... "Where are we going?" I ask ... No answer.
Once again its in through the crush. Uh oh... there goes the hand up my fany again.... "Yipes That's cold!" I tell the young girl but she ignores my pleas - a girl doesnt have much dignity left after going this process. Out we go through the other end of the crush and its back to the to the yards...
Gossip is rife back at the yards. Mona complaining that her follicle wasnt big enough... Crownie whingeing that she doesnt have any ... I turn around and I hear my name being called... "Pippy!" ... Its the missus ...what's she doing here? Maybe she is going through the crush as well? I pretend to ignore my name...after all she's the one who put me here!
"Guess what Pip.... tomorrow afternoon ... you and the big boy ..."
Saints preserve me ... where's Mamy when I need her?
