Unwilling arms and the pitchfork

Let me just start out by saying in my defense that I own 5 very round, lazy cats. Anyone that has ever met or cat-sat these devils knows they can make you think they’ve never before been fed in the whole of their existence…and this is without a moment of consciouses thought… while they walk with their bellies dragging the ground…

That being said, I’ll explain the truck, the pitchfork and the hay incident that started out to be just another simple photo oportunity. I saw three beautiful horses. I envisioned taking a simple portrait of these very same horses… with the most amazing blue sky as the background…and you know…those puffy white clouds, I just can’t resist them. So… I jumped out of the jeep and attached my favorite lens, oblivious to my other surroundings. I was focused…ok? I was going to make contact with these large animals, take the portrait I composed in my head and move on down the roadway of life…

When I approached the fence, my four legged friends readily came trotting up. All seemed as it should be as they happily whinnied and snorted. They even grouped quite nicely together without any prodding and stood for their “Au Natural” pose. It was after about 30 takes that “impatience” reared it ugly head both figuratively and literally and from there the scene rapidly descended like a bonsai skier going downhill. Within seconds, they had cease and desisted charming the camera for me…and taken matters into their hooves. They were kicking up large clumps of dirt and revealing some rather large, yellow teeth…in a most improper way… I assure you. When one took a swing at my head with his giant bronze nose and another snap at me with those protruding teeth… I took notice of the unfortunate problem.

Apparently in my haste to “create art” I had walked by the “dinner truck” with hay piled up high and tasty…the pitchfork laying in wait… just in need of willing arms to toss that dinner right over that fence to those waiting, greedy bellies. “What the heck is she waiting for” was in 3 sets of very focused eyes…

Now, I did consider it… just for a moment…Then those cats popped right into my head. I smiled to myself and said “oh no… I’ve been through this guilt game before” and I wouldn’t budge an inch. Needless to say… the camera shoot ended badly… with 6 flattened ears and alot of projected anger. I snapped this quick shot to show their indignity but you just got to admire that sky… 😉

I forgave myself later, as I took off down the road…cause I knew darn well from years of experience… had I picked up that hay, sure enough there would have been a farmer behind me, with his arms crossed over his chest and that “just exactly what are you doing lady?” look in his eyes. Hey… I took the lesser of two evils… At least these three were behind a fence!






3 Responses to “Unwilling arms and the pitchfork”

  1. And yet the story opportunity was enhanced. And the photo opportunity — it turned out to be pretty good, too! A delight to read, Heather.

  2. Another great picture. I really like your stuff.

  3. Hey Marty, Thanks for visiting.

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