So I'm in the paddock and I walk up to Teddy and he runs away. I think to myself that this is odd as I rarely have trouble catching him these days. I wait to see if he'll calm down but he is just getting more worked up so I go and get some food. Nothing. He won't even touch it. He bucks and races from one end of the paddock to the other. I think to myself that I've only got so much time to get him before I'm late for work so I need to do something. I approach him again and when I'm inches from him he runs. I'm getting more and more frustrated. I hide the halter and try to lure him to the crush but it was a waste of time. I drop everything thinking i'll go up to him with nothing then lead him by the mane when I get him. I get within inches again and he buggers off. I decide I've spent too much time and had to get to work so I gave up, called him ever name I could think of and stormed back to my float. While I was unhooking it I was calling out to him that he was a bastard no good horse.
I ended up going to my lesson but riding the school horse named Dick. It was a good lesson and I spent a lot of time wishing Teddy was as good as the horse named Dick, so envious was I of his sweet obedient nature. I drove home planning to retire Teddy once and for all and to ride the horse named Dick until I get my new horse.
During the drive home Steve rings telling me I need to get home before dark to see something. When I pull up right out the back paddock I see it - a new born calf from our cow Mercedes.
It took a while but it finally dawned on me that Teddy was trying to tell me about the baby that morning. As I'm sure I've written before Teddy is a sucker for a new bub and always carries on when one is born. The first time I noticed it was when the neighbours cow birthed and Teddy ran to the house neighing, then back to the calf, then back to the house neighing, over and over until I finally came out to see what the commotion was about. Every calf born since gets the same reaction, then by the end of the day he settles.
Poor paternal Teddy copped an earful from me when he was only trying to tell me how happy he was to see the bub. I was just in too much of a rush to listen. Who's the cow now?!
Rest assured I've wholeheartedly apologies to him and I'm pretty sure he has forgiven me.
Meet Number 3, our new calf and the latest apple of Teddy's eye.
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