We waited for Dorsey with great anticipation yesterday. And when I say that we waited with great anticipation, it is because we waited all freaking day. When she finally arrived at 5:30, my stomach was empty, my nerves were frayed and my butt was cold. Let’s get ‘er done.
Pam lives just down the street from us, even closer than Chicken Debbie. As it turns out, Pam’s mom used to live in our house! We’ll be pumping her for house history very soon. All this to say, Pam rode Dorsey over, which we were expecting. What we weren’t expecting is that she’d be bareback!
These two girls have been together for 21 of Dorsey’s 22 years, and we’re all glad that Pam can come by and see her whenever she likes.
Pam rode Dorsey around the perimeter of the pasture, to show her her new home space, and then we all said hello. Ladies and gentlechickens…High Chicks Dorsey:
Look at that chest! Pam rides western, and Dorsey was a barrel racer. She is a registered quarter horse, three inches taller than Sergeant, broad and very muscular.
We had placed Sergeant in his stall before Dorsey’s arrival, to minimise carnage. There are several videos of their first few moments together posted on the Dúagwyn Facebook Page, the first of which is Dorsey seeing Sergeant in his stall.
She screamed a bit when we let Sergeant out (there’s a video of that, too, and it really must be heard to be believed..). It is an unearthly sound, and reminds me of nothing more than an alien monster in a scifi thriller. And I should know.
There were a few tense moments, when small children found themselves in between the two horses right when Dorsey decided to school Sergeant, but there were no injuries. We all passed the night without event, and they are grazing together peacefully today:
I can only assume that Dorsey will miss her farm and her mommy deeply. We will be doing everything we can to make her feel at (new) home…