Hi there folks!
I know, I know, it's been forever, right?
Solomon has just been busy fattening up, living a peaceful life with his herd. He is doing well with a big pasture and a ton of food, and most of all with a JOB. His job is protecting his herd, and he takes it seriously.
How seriously?
Well, he's (as far as the dentist could guess) a 29 year old gelding. That's pretty old for a horse. And geldings, well, they don't have the hormones that a stallion does.
Well, last night Holly, the nice woman I'm boarding Solly with, heard screaming and the thundering of hooves.
Turns out a big huge black stallion and his little white pony buddy had escaped their home down the road and busted through the fence to Sol's 95 acre pasture. The stallion, of course, went after Maggie, Sol's mare.
You'd think he'd get his way, right?
NOPE.
My sweet grey old man (who has only killed one buck deer that I know of, heh) stood up to that stallion and fought him off, as far as anyone can tell, keeping him away from Maggie. Solomon had grass stains on him, and he also had blood on him, but none of that blood was his. It was all the stallion's.
The stallion and his pony buddy are now back in their own home, and Solly's herd is now safe and sound as well.
Crazy stuff though!
Heh, but that's my boy- a fighter and protector, just like his mom.
