The Jackal checking out his paparazzi.Despite living without the horses, I do ring my mum every week for updates and go to visit them when I can. On my last visit in June, just as summer was breaking, the boys had been given the 'extra' bit of field at the top of the property and were quickly making their way through the untouched grass. Frankie came down to the stream first of all as soon as he saw me, boyfriend, mum, and dog wandering around on his property. Dog isn't allowed in horse field any more after one day, 10 years after we'd had the dog and the horses knew her and allowed her in the field whilst we were there, Frankie decided he wanted to kill her and chased her down, teeth bared, ears flattened. A firm yell of 'FRANCIS!' halted him briefly but he still looked like he fancied murdering something, so the dog was removed and has been ever since, justincase.
Anyway, I crossed the stepping stones to go see Frankie, minus dog, whilst Mum checked out the young fish in the stream. Frankie let me give him some rubs, play with his face, soothe his ears but after his customary worship time, he'd had enough and mooched back to the others, except there was a smooth transition to gallop as he headed up our 'derby bank' which is the quickest way to get to the upper field.
I skipped the gate and headed up the lane to check on Luke and Jack, who were too interested in nomgrassnom to come say hi, but Jack did look up for the crazy girl with a camera lurking in the bushes to be able to take a nice photo of him against the backdrop of orangey Luke and yellow oil seed rape. Good boy. Luke rarely lets himself be distracted by anything whilst eating, he's faaar too chilled for that.
