Mane Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Horsekeeping

 

Awareness of the outside world. “Total nonfarm payroll employment rose by 916,000 in March, and the unemployment rate edged down to 6.0 percent.” U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics: Employment Situation Summary, April 2, 2021.
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Little Rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest …

Sorry, where was I?

Let the annual taunting of the ASB begin. [The Unbridgeable Abyss That Shall Eternally Divide Them]

For those who don’t understand the trauma. Saddlebreds show with long flowing manes and tails. Except the Three-Gaited who get buzz cuts of their manes. They still have long tails. Therefore, everything possible is done to preserve every single, precious hair. Manes and tails are hand separated. No brushes or combs need apply. When not on display, long tails are carefully braided and put up in protective wraps. False tails are bought to fill out thin ones. Or, I should say false tail$$$. The sign of a truly retired Saddlebred is to have their tails cut off and donated to making switches for those still showing. Sam had this done recently. Don’t worry, he was left with enough to swish flies.

Me? I will take a pair of scissors to a mane or a tail at the drop of a hat. Rodney recently had his mane hacked, pictured, so that I could put liniment on his neck more easily. I don’t worry about braiding. I trust my braiding skills to be able to stuff knots into a mane if needed. So, I merrily chop away. And then send a photo to Coach Courtney.

OTOH, they shave off the forelocks. Entirely. All gone. I can always tell how much I’ve been around Saddlebreds by how weird/not-weird this looks.

Speaking of rabbits – and it is properly rabbits not bunnies – I will leave you with these random factoids for the day, “This form of story telling with a pun ending is also known as a feghoot.” Wiki: Little Bunny Foo Foo. “The “Mr. Peabody’s Improbable History” segments on Rocky and Bullwinkle were animated feghoots, right down to the pun at the end of each episode.” Wiki: Feghoot. Ah. They don’t make TV like that anymore. Now, get off my lawn.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine

Categories: Horses

4 replies »

  1. New word for me: feghoot. I’ve been telling them all my life (less so in the last decade or two) but I didn’t know they had a name. Little Rabbit Foo Foo was a favorite. I remember telling for the talent show at camp but that version had him catching and eating butterflies. Always brought down the house.

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