New Boots

Frosty Grassy Munchies all!

So, the most unexpected thing happened to me today.

After the usual half hearted de-mud rigmarole Kat put some contraptions on my feet! She said they were new boots and I looked very cute in them.

CUTE? Really! I’m one of the finest, hairiest Cobs in the area. Cute just doesn’t really cut it.

She also said I would need them when I was on the trail, all day every day. We need to talk about that.

Anyway, I was a bit unsettled about this boot business. I have NEVER in my whole 5 long years had anything put on my feet. My feet seem to work just fine as they are – as feet.

But, being the tolerant, good natured kind of a Cob I am, I decided to go along with it.

Not much harm has come to me since I’ve been with Kat so hopefully this was, at worst, just a bit more of her oddness. Nothing new there mind.

Off we went to meet Aunty Tills. First thing I noticed was I made this wonderful clip clop sound on the road. It made me feel quite the grown up.

I had a training session with my friend, Monkey, the other week and she made a fantastic clip clop sound. It was very impressive, so I asked her what her secret was. She told me it’s the metal they put on her feet and it stops them getting sore when she walks on the road. I asked her how did she feel the road and she told me she didn’t and that’s why it doesn’t hurt.

Well, this prompted a great deal of pondering on my part I can tell you.

I just love to feel the ground under my feet, but yes, sometimes it does hurt when you step on a stone in the wrong place. Perhaps this boot idea of Kat’s wasn’t so bad after all?

Tilly wasn’t impressed and asked what in the blazing green grasses did I have on my feet. Bit rude.

To be honest I still wasn’t really sure at that point so I just mumbled something about them making a nice clip clop sound and didn’t she like the black shiny strap that went round my foot?

We both caught Kat and Sara chattering about trying some out for Till. Over my dead body she whispered to me. Think they missed that bit.

As the training session went on I started to quite like them and found I could still feel the ground, but the stones didn’t hurt any more. Kat certainly seemed pleased with them and me, so there were a few hay cob treats and grassy munchies.

This is me and Tills being allowed to have some grassy munchies on route. Tills really is a master of this craft. She can grab a mouthful of grassy munchies without breaking a stride. I have been trying to copy her technique but I just still end up with fresh air in my mouth and a branch in my eye. More practise needed I think.

So back to the business of boots. All in all I think I would allow Kat to put these on me again. I loved the clip-clopping and no more ouchy stones. Between you and me though the black shiny strap was my favourite bit.

I wonder if Tills will be wearing them next time we meet? Good luck to her human that’s all I can say.

GMFN (Grassy Munchies for Now)

F x

Sparrow Farts, Mud and Teenage Angst

Grassy Munchies all!

So this morning I had a trail riding training session with Aunty Tills and our humans. I say ‘this morning’, it was pitch black when Kat dragged me out of the field, away from my Grassy Munchies (well actually it was Hay Munchies..)

I was nicely plastered in mud, sleepily having a good old munch with my pals and all of a sudden there she was, blind siding me as usual with the old Hay Cob bribery trick.

Next thing I know my mud is being removed and my tack put on. Well, some of my mud. My bum hasn’t been clean for weeks. Doesn’t she realise I’m 15 years old in human years. I’m at a sensitive time in my life when I would really like to be making a different public statement other than ‘hey, check out my new bottom mud’. Still, Kat doesn’t seem to mind and I suppose the look could even catch on.

My muddy bum – it’s white under all this mud!

Kat and Sara call these early rides ‘Sparrow Fart’ rides. Apparently because it’s the time the Sparrows are waking up and letting out a little ’emission’ to announce their awakening… I simply call them ‘a right pain in the muddy bum’.

Teenagers need their rest. If she continually insists on dragging me away from my sleepy munchies time like this, then she is running the risk of conflict. Just saying…

I did feel a bit of conflict rising to the surface this morning when I realised we were taking the longer route home.

I mean we’re horses for gods sake; safety, companionship and food is at home. How does it make sense to go straight past the short route home in favour of the long one? So I offered up this suggestion – well actually I just decided to stop and not move until she listened to me. She didn’t. And we had to do the longer route. Harumph!

To be honest though, I did quite enjoy today’s Sparrow Fart ride. We had a nice fast blast along a grassy track. I really couldn’t keep up with Aunty Tills. Maybe that’s why they call her The Train?

Tilly The Train (just before she splattered me with mud)

Both Kat and Sara get very giggly when we have these fast blasts. I quite like them myself. Although I did gain a few extra layers of mud that Tills spattered my way from her back feet.

Once we finally got back home I was able to top up my mud levels with a lovely roll. I have seen some horses with strange blankets on their backs and wonder how they manage without being able to participate in this wonderful pastime. I really hope Kat doesn’t put a blanket on me.

I love feeling all the elements on my extremely hairy body and being allowed to let my own amazing physiology (yea, bet you didn’t know horses knew words like that did you!!) regulate my body temperature.

And, I do rather like to see Kat huffing and puffing over trying to de-mud me. Although I think she’s given up with my bum.

Until next time – Happy Grassy Munchies

F x

How it Began….

Hello and happy Grassy Munchies all.

My name is Frankie. I’m a 5 year old Piebald Cob – and a proper one at that. I mean I must be about 50% hair – I even get a belly beard in the Winter! I’m very proud of it.

I’m so hairy my Human also calls me Her Royal Hairiness – or HRH for short.

I’ve been with my new Human for a while now – I think I heard her say something about 9 months the other day..? Well, this is what I think about the whole situation so far..

My new owner is called Kat (strange as I thought they were small feline creatures..) Still, as me and my equine pals always say, there’s just no accounting for the oddness of humans…

I was delivered to Kat in a very cramped box on wheels. It took a very long time and made me very sweaty. It wasn’t pleasant and I was right to pull every trick out of my hairy feathers to refuse climbing on board that evil box!

When we arrived I had no idea where we were, I was just so glad to see daylight and hear the call of some of my equine cousins. There was a lady there (that was Kat, I know this now) who I recognised. She untied me and led me off the lorry. She seemed rather excited and giggly. Strange. Again.

Turns out this Kat woman was my new Human and we’ve been doing all kinds of things together over the last 9 months.

Some good, some okay, some just downright worrying. A fine example of this is the constant chitter-chatter to her human friend about trail riding for 20 miles a day, every day! They get very excited about this.

Kat’s human friend Sara rides Aunty Tilly – well that’s who she is to me. They call her Tilly the Train, which I think is a bit rude.

Tilly and I ponder on these excited babbling human discussions about trail riding and wonder what it entails for us..? All we know so far is we are going on very long rides, up to 10 and 12 miles long. Apparently, we’re in ‘training’. Don’t they know we are capable of wandering for 15 – 20 miles a day, every day, in the wild!?

After this 8 mile ride I reckoned I was entitled to some of Sara’s lunch – Couscous wasn’t really for me though…

We should maybe consider staging a protest to all this activity, whilst carrying a human. But, we’re allowed breaks and to sometimes even participate in one of my favourite things – Grassy Munchies! Sometimes I am given a nice treat if I stop and stand nice and still when Kat asks me to.

These are my rewards for being good – they are called Hay Cobs.


I would literally do anything for them – including break through two electric fenced gates, barge through a metal gate, tenaciously open a closed box of the tasty morsels (the secret of how I did this will go with me to my grave..) and happily munch the lot. A lot of the humans were annoyed about this feat. Kat said I was a ‘canny little bugger’ (I think she was secretly impressed with my stealth and cunning).

So anyway, there we are, my story with Kat has begun.

Humans are a strange bunch and probably only about 10% of them seem to truly understand us. The rest somehow imagine we think and feel exactly as they do.

Please! We don’t. We are the opposite.

Our intelligence is a highly refined intuitive connection to ourselves and the natural world around us, in a way humans could barely remember.

We are true sentient creatures, existing only ever in the moment and able to spike and drop our stress levels in 10 seconds flat, simply to save our lives. Unlike humans who seem to keep their stress on high alert 24/7. It really isn’t very good for them!

I’m truly hoping Kat falls into this 10%. I did hear her say the other day she thought horses were actually better and more intelligent than humans. It gave me hope and made me happy.

She also seems very sure there are no Lions behind the hedges waiting to devour me. I need more time to believe her. After all she is a human, I’m a horse and we have a long road ahead of us!

One thing seems certain though – looks like I’m destined to be a Trail Riding Horse! Whatever that really means…

Grassy Munchies until next time!

F x