B- I know Ranger. But now that all of the neighbor herd is caught and back in their corral, we can feed y'all.
R- Beel we all tried to tell you that the neighbor horses were out and eating my grass. Before night food. You did not listen. That Mare kicked the food holder. I yelled. The Kid ran around like a crazy dog.
B- I know buddy, but you always holler at dinner time, and Jesse usually kicks the feeder if we are too late at feeding you guys. And Washoe is always running like a nut-case. It didn't sound much different to us.
R- I always say HAY at dinner time. This time I was saying HEY. You must not listen very well if you can not hear the difference.
B- Right you are, my equine friend. I sometimes miss the subtle inflections in your incessant shrieking at dinner time. I will try to listen to your caterwauling more closely. Every night. And every morning. And every night...
R- Good. They were all out eating my grass. I do not like that.
B- Yeah, 30 or so horses will eat things down in a hurry. But they were so well behaved, even when I saw them eating grass out of the window, it took a moment to realize something was wrong. Then I suddenly understood what was happening and hollered for Juanita. I think it scared our guests when I yelled and ran out the door with a halter in hand.
R- It scares the neighbor horses when you drive the many van and jump out yelling at them. I like that. They stop eating my grass.
B- Well, eat your dinner now Ranger. They are all locked up for the night again.
R- Good. Now it is time for hay. Not hey. Listen better.
LOL. Love the Ranger. I think it is always HAY in his mind. He just can't spell it right all the time. :)
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