I used the video facility on my camera for the first time, to film the Dutch branch of the Skirving family’s horses. Earlier I had fed them by hand and I think they were expecting some more food from me, so they moved across to me quite quickly and I was a bit alarmed as I was on my own. Would they stop at the fence or try to walk through it, if they wanted to get out I’nm sure they could easily. I suspect they know they live a nice easy life there though!
Anyway, you can here me saying a rather scared ‘hello.’ It doesn’t sound like me. My voice isn’t normally so high-pitched. It must be nerves. Those horses are big beasts, the biggest is called Oliver, about 17 hands high, he’s on the right. Prior to meeting these horses my closest encounter with anything like that was an amble along a beach on the back of a donkey!
When they realised that I didn’t have anything exciting for them to scoff they backed off and I swear to you that they posed for this photo when I stopped filming. Tara’s the one with the white face and she is the naughty one, you have to keep an eye on her as she is apt to take a nibble at you. My brother says that most mares are like that – he would!
I didn’t hear anything. Volume was up. They are lovely. Big, but lovely. I have been bitten by a mare when I was a kid. Not pleasant:(
PS nice video, are you happy with the video portion of your camera?
Peggy,
I think the video bit is fine, I’m glad I didn’t buy a camcorder, thanks for that advice.
Peggy,
Me saying hell was close to the very beginning, maybe it has been cut out.
I thought that was you saying hello to the horses!
Evee,
Yes, a high pitched me – quite alarmed!
Nice-looking osses, both with ears pricked towards you indicating Interest, then one registering Extreme Disappointment as he wanders away!
Valerie in NZ,
I know, quite funny really, if you aren’t worried about being nibbled!
They are quite nice horses, obviously spoiled! It’s always best to be polite to them since they are so large. I’ve been stepped on and kicked, but I don’t think I’ve ever been bitten. I once saw a kid taunting a horse and the horse reached over the fence and picked him up by the hood of his sweatshirt! And they call them dumb animals!
Joan,
I would have loved to have seen that kid being lifted up!
Hi, Katrina,
Thank you for posting these photos of your brother’s horses. I have a passion for them–the bigger the better, and I do love the chestnuts the best. The first five years we lived here I kept threatening Ken to buy not one but two horses for our fields and barn, but I never did because I know only too well how much hard, hard work they are to maintain in a jolly and healthy condition. All I had to imagine was stumbling to the barn in the midst of a blizzard, and that keeps my horse plans shut up tight.
Judith
Judith,
They have two more – a horse and a pony and they are such a tie of course, it’s impossible to get anyone to look after them so they can’t go on holiday together. The cold weather is a nightmare, if the water pipes to the stables freeze you have to carry buckets of water to them. Not my idea of fun at all.