Sunday, January 4, 2009

So this is our version of the Rose Bowl. A dirt bowl actually. Nice round dug out divots in the Slade field (the field next door our neighbor lets us use so he can avoid bush hogging.) These beautiful Rose Bowls come in all sizes but the shape and depth is consistent. A nice dug out bowl like hole.

What is even worse is when you look out the window to see Rosie furiously digging at the ground, with such tenacity you can almost see the fervor in her face. Dirt flying everywhere, both front feet digging at the earth, like a dog that is getting close to finding its long time buried bone.

You see, Rosie is mole hunting. Yep, you heard correct. Rose is mole hunting. You'll find these dirt bowls of hers wherever the moles are frequently tunneling. You can tell when she comes across one of the little vermin cause that little nose does a double take close to the ground, her body will circle around her nose and she keeps that nose directly on the target while swishing her tail back and forth real fast. She then dives in the kill with those deadly front feet. Not sure if she ever actually managed to dig one up, but I don't think I want to know!

Halie and I did manage to get better videos today of Rose running through the field. Halie drove the four wheeler while I played camera man off the back. Our crude attempt was actually quite fun and Rose and Rumor had a ball as well.


The Brush Family said...

That's incredible. Her other senses have really taken over, she must be able to feel them tunneling under her feet. I have to say I've never seen a mole hunting horse...had a gelding once that liked to ice skate...

CaliGirl9 said...

Perhaps Rose has found her mission in life ...
too cute and funny, and a public service to boot!

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

The Rose Bowl! lol! Very clever.

That gorgeous mare of yours never ceases to amaze. :)

New Mexico

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

I can just see it now, Brrring! Brrrring!
"Hello Rose's Mole Control, How can I help you?"

New Mexico

ponykins said...

Someone saw my horse in the pasture and came in to tell me that he was going nuts and something must be wrong with him. He was running in short frantic bursts, only to turn around and run the other direction, repeatedly. He was "cutting" a chipmuck.