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There's a horse farm near us, and every morning the horses hold a meeting. They all gather in one spot on the pasture and form a circle, heads facing in, and they stay that way for a long time. I assume they're going over the day's schedule. ("OK, we're going to eat, poop, and swish our tails. Everybody got that?" "Wait, what was number two again?")
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Number two . . . good one, Dave. :-)
Posted by: Renee (the First) | July 29, 2007 at 03:18 PM
Every creature needs to have meetings.
Posted by: Eleanor | July 29, 2007 at 03:18 PM
Does a simul count as a FIRST?
Posted by: Eleanor | July 29, 2007 at 03:19 PM
Nice huddle.
Which one is Peyton Manning?
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 29, 2007 at 03:20 PM
Maybe a FIRST with an asterisk? *
I'm sort of watching the baseball Hall of Fame ceremony, so I'm into records and asterisks. ** :)
Posted by: Eleanor | July 29, 2007 at 03:20 PM
jeez! that many horses asses in one place. must be the board of directors of some corporation
Posted by: rickh | July 29, 2007 at 03:24 PM
"And let's be careful out there today. None of us wants to have to go to the hospital!"
Posted by: CJrun | July 29, 2007 at 03:33 PM
No rickh, that many horses asses, it has to be Congress.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | July 29, 2007 at 03:39 PM
High five, El!
Posted by: Renee (the First) | July 29, 2007 at 03:41 PM
Dave, they're really saying, "I'm hungry. When are those lazy b@stards going to feed us?"
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 29, 2007 at 04:11 PM
Back at ya, Renee!
Girls rule, boys drool!
Posted by: Eleanor | July 29, 2007 at 04:19 PM
And here I thought I was the only one out here on the breezy Sunday afternoon....
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 29, 2007 at 04:29 PM
Nah Mot, here\'s Congress
Posted by: rickh | July 29, 2007 at 05:25 PM
Well, what else are they going to do? It's not like they can be bloglits, what with their hooves and all.
Posted by: Bethie | July 29, 2007 at 05:56 PM
Wha?
*goes back an rereads post*
*Finally notices comma between 'eat' and 'poop'*
Whew!
Posted by: fivver | July 29, 2007 at 06:24 PM
Where's Wilburrrr?
Posted by: Mr. Ed | July 29, 2007 at 06:46 PM
And the most important horse meeting instruction: "And whichever one of us the guy in the blue shirt tries to ride, but sure to sideswipe as many trees as it takes to knock his city-slicker a$$ off."
Posted by: shellann | July 29, 2007 at 07:30 PM
Hay, Dave - they're farming a perimeter.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 29, 2007 at 07:37 PM
The horses instinctively know that if you can see everyone's face there will be no unwanted humpage.
Different than people that way.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | July 29, 2007 at 08:34 PM
Dave, don't tell everyone how cool Idaho is. They will keep coming and building golf courses and mini-malls and ruin it! Just show them pics of horse's behinds and... oh, very nice, Dave.
Posted by: eat_black_licorice | July 29, 2007 at 08:57 PM
e_b_l is right, Dave -- Idaho should be a somewhat-kept secret, shared only with
those who are worthyblog folks and Napoleon Dynamite fans. Sorta like Woot! and Tater Tots.Posted by: WriterDude | July 29, 2007 at 09:25 PM
Idaho can keep all the secrets it wants...Have a good time, Dave. Don't let Sophie take too many pictures this time. We don't want her to have a full time job at her age...
Posted by: Kathybear | July 29, 2007 at 10:10 PM
Looks to me like they're saying -
"This butt's for you"
Posted by: Siouxie | July 29, 2007 at 10:40 PM
Registration site? Sorry, I get enuf spam (not Spam™) without beggin' for more ... merely sayin' ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | July 29, 2007 at 11:23 PM
"Horse farm"?
Bumpkins like me call that a "ranch" (like the dressing but with different croutons).
Posted by: Spokane Steve | July 30, 2007 at 12:18 AM
It is nice to know that at least horses have the unity, to know how to work as a team and planning...Is couple of horses walk-out the meeting?
life insurance derbyshire
Posted by: Peter | July 30, 2007 at 07:08 AM
Are you sure that the barn owner doesn't put down hay in the morning for them? It sounds like a breakfast meeting to me.
Posted by: Guin | July 30, 2007 at 07:32 AM
Idaho?
Isn't that the place that 'Famous Potatoes' on their liscense plates?
It is a great place though.
Posted by: billinbossier | July 30, 2007 at 08:36 AM
Actually it is their daily planning meeting where they review progress on their plans to take over the earth.
Posted by: ArcticAl | July 30, 2007 at 12:09 PM
Trust me....there's a feed bin in the middle.
Posted by: SippiFoxHntr | July 30, 2007 at 12:34 PM
Psst, OtheU -- BugMeNot is your friend.
Posted by: Richard the Weasel-Hearted | July 30, 2007 at 01:46 PM
Psst, RtW-H ... I'm too stubborn/lazy ... altho, if I'm thinkin' it's that important, I'll do it ... most of the time (by the time I get to the site/blog/thread), the link and commentary are sumwhut stale (in the sense of me bein' on a timely schedule, NOT as to the relevance or wit of the comments their ownselfs), so it's only a looksee I'd get, and not any commentary fodder ... so ... I don't take the time ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | July 30, 2007 at 05:44 PM
*Attention Target Team Leaders, it's time for the morning huddle in corral 4!*
Posted by: marfie | July 30, 2007 at 11:16 PM