And in my world that means one thing. Horse sex. And lots of it. You think breeding horses is easy? Think again. I have come to the conclusion that we humans have done a fabulous job interfering with nature. We have stallions that have erectile dysfunction and mares who can't figure out if they want to be bred or not. It makes for interesting adventures trying to convince two creatures under not so natural circumstances that they should in fact copulate when and where we tell them. Mr. Handsome pictured above decided last year to take out his frustrations of human interference on his ladies, or at least I can only assume that was the issue. So now he is outfitted with a muzzle I call his Hannibal mask so he cannot ravage the girls with his teeth. This frustrates him even further. The books will tell you a stallion is ready to breed anytime, anyplace. Not when a muzzle has been applied, or when your supper is burning is the oven or you have to leave for the pediatrician in 15 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes...JUST DO IT ALREADY.
Here is to a successful breeding season to all of my friends in the business and to a nice spring consisting of just regular old birds that chirp and bees that buzz for the rest of you.
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