Monday, December 8, 2008

Through the stringy barks and saplings

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had gathered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
fromThe Man from Snowy River
by A.B. Paterson
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Gail could talk a horse into anything - it was the Dalmatians ont other side of fence that gave her strife!This 3 month old foal - yet another colt - is named Deek which is linked somehow to the Australian marathon runner, Robert de Castella whose nickname was Deek.Saturday reached 37C so Gail sprayed George with the hose which he adored except on his face which she had to slosh with a sponge.
Deek was so tired that his head kept on bobbing down onto the ground as his eyelids got heavier and heavier.They are very handsome together, the mare and her foal. The mask is to keep the bloody flies off her face. The horses are taken to Scone to be serviced. What a quaint term!At one stage he simply flopped prone on the grass for a 10 second nana-nap.

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