04/05/2026
When bucket feeding the herd the other night, the winds were blowing up to 50km. The gums were creaking and bending, and as the horses finished eating their empty buckets were blowing across the paddock.
Chaska and Munay hadn't finished, so to help them I supported their buckets, one on each thigh, while they munched, heads inside. It was so wild I braced myself to stay upright.
Then I had a moment where I remembered being told a long time ago that 'Horses are dangerous to be around when it's windy, they get crazy and very spooked'.
And I looked around at the seven other horses, with their manes and tails blowing. They were all standing calmly, forming a circle around us, waiting for any scraps that may be left over. Eight wild-born Brumbies and one traumatised survivor of the racing industry. All calm in the storm.
And then ... the whole herd galloped around the other side of the property to their hay and major spooked because I had taken a short cut and put the piles out in different places. Buggars nearly ran me over.
The weather (so far) doesn't seem to affect the boys adversly. I remember feeding in another storm one night. It was pitch black, my torch nearly flat and gave only a sliver of light. The herd were following me closely and I kept falling over uneven ground and rocks because of the poor visibility and wind. The horses were so respectful of me and I felt safe amongst them. It's not always so, and we are a work in progress. I do however appreciate where we are at, and am always thankful for these beautiful boys.
Sharen 🐎 no footage from the other night in the winds as my hands were busy. This though is a video of the 'angels' eating dinner.
