We're having record breaking warm temperatures which means the evil snow is gone but the squishy mud is back. It takes me a very long time to make my way to the front of the paddock, navigating through the boggy spots, and when I get there, it's time to come back to the barn. The others don't care, they gallop everywhere and accumulate a hideous coating of gloop.
Imagine my shock when I began the long trudge and, nose close to the ground, discovered a disembodied head staring at me. I froze in my tracks. The Head resembled nothing I have ever seen before - gaping mouth with many pointy teeth, glassy eyes and a strangely shiny armoured skin. I simply could not fathom what it had done with it's body nor why it seemed to have one fixed expression. Our staring match became a stand-off.
Much later out comes herself and asks me what on earth I'm doing. As she got closer, she said "Sheaffer, where did you get that fish head?" As if it were something I had casually acquired! She did not explain what a fish is or why they don't have bodies or anything else that might have enlightened me. She did say to the male human something about it having come from Lake Simcoe and having been transported here by a bird. This place is a madhouse. Now in addition to everything else I have to worry about being pelted with falling fish heads.
TJ is delerious with joy because it's gotten warm out. He attacked a tree, dragging a branch around and de-barking it while making strange huffing noises. Then he dug an enormous hole, so large his front end disappeared. The woman said he must be a mule/terrier mix. I was just going to push him into the hole and paw the dirt back in when he grew tired of digging and raced off to create havoc elsewhere. Oh well, next time.