The horses hear plenty of gun shots now and then, and have seen lots of heavy equipment lately, but I had no idea of Dallas' background with fireworks. Fergus has been at a few barns where displays happened close by (and one year, one at the actual boarding farm in one of the fields, which still makes me shake my head in disbelief). Saturday night I checked on them during some loud, isolated booms with no lights....no big reactions, they just ate. Last night I went to check on them, and as I opened the garage door, I saw a sky full of lights, about 4 or 5 ten+ acre properties down the road....and it was LOUD. I called back to DH that I needed him to come out, not knowing what I'd find at the barn, and took off running down the driveway in my pajamas. I was calling out calming words and announcements, in a calm but loud voice, as I ran. I found them in the far end of their barnyard, side by side, just watching the lights. As soon as I got to the fence, Dallas came straight to me, like he was saying "oh good, you're here, any idea what is going on?" Then Fergus marched over as if to give me the Official Report. They were confused and alert, but staying still. DH came down and we both stood with them at the fenceline, and all was fine until neighbors about the same distance in the OTHER direction started as well...so the horses didn't know which way to watch. Add this to really deep booms from far off, all around us, at varying distances. They stayed very sensible until the second neighbors set off the kind that whistle really loudly on the way up and then crack and pop as the color rains down. That was a problem, and we got some passage and some spins, but as long as the humans stayed still, they stayed pretty close and never crossed over into full panic mode, thank goodness. I tried to leave DH with them so I could walk around the outside of the pastures to get to the hay barn...just to be safe and not get trampled in the dark in the barnyard with them...and they followed me like puppies. It made me feel good to know they took comfort in us being there.
I sent DH back up to check on the dogs, and once the boys were standing with a foot cocked each, I headed back to the house, thinking we were pretty well done. Wrong.
Neighbor number two started back up with a ton of noise, and I sat at a back window trying to keep track of the shadow outlines. I forced myself not to go back down to check on them 20 times, but stayed wide awake even once I went to bed. I'd say that start to finish, with lulls and full on displays, the experience was about two hours. Sometime after I finally fell asleep I was awakened by an absurdly loud CRACK of thunder, followed by a few more like it, as a short but loud storm rolled through. I woke up extra early and walked down far enough to do a head count, then came back up to start to dog/cat routine. Everyone is pretty pooped around here.
I had thought I'd ride this morning, but realized how unfair that was....figured the horses would be exhausted after trying to process all that happened last night. They were a little out of sorts at breakfast time, but getting them into their routine helped, and there were lots of sighs and deep breathes. Within a few minutes in the grassy pasture, Fergus was laying flat out...only the second time I have seen him down since he came home 4 months ago. Poor guy.
Last week I had a full day of tree work done. I was really concerned about how the horses would react. At least six guys, several types of vehicles and machinery, never more than 100' from the horses. Guys hanging over trees in cherry pickers, guys with chain saws climbing up trees like monkeys and swinging from place to place like Tarzan, about 6 hours of nonstop chipper noise. Guys yelling loudly and deeply to each other. And the horses did NOTHING. They were interested now and again, watched for about 10 seconds, then went right back to grazing. But one day when I walked into Fergus stall to feed and I had a plastic grocery bag flattened out and tucked in my waistband, sticking out maybe six inches, he flew backwards about 4', snorting and had laser vision right at that bag.
