Wait till your dad gets home – Inktense and Watercolour
I just couldn’t resist this. Most of this is from memories as I couldn’t have sketched this, from laughing – even if I wanted to.
I cycled past the field, yesterday, and as usual she brought her foal to show me. I told her what a lovely son she had. Her body language seemed to agree with this and after a while I continued with my exercise. As I left I noticed that the youngster was charging about, leaping up and down in the daft way all kids do. About an hour later, as I returned, passing the wall, mum “called me over”. At first I thought the foal was injured, or worse but then his mother whinnied at him. He rolled over, kicked his legs playfully then lay still again. I had the impression that he was just plain tired out, refusing to obey his mother and get up. Maybe he was just being awkward. The next five minutes were hilarious. She would look at me then swing her head in his direction and “shout” at him. Then she would look straight at me almost demanding I do something. After this “wee chat” I suggested she behave more forcibly so she really snorted and rushed towards him. Quick as a flash he was up and off in the direction of the shelter. I like to think she was asking my advice and this proved useful. I think he would get a good talking to later on that night.
This is a painting study reproducing the lovely work from a...
Ziza 8:23 am on July 29, 2011 | #
Great story and picture. Can’t wait (another week) to see what your 500th would be!!!
Nikira 7:34 am on July 30, 2011 | #
Really funny story. I was also once fooled by a horse laying as dead and called a sheriff. Good rendering.
Candace 8:10 pm on July 30, 2011 | #
Great story and sketch! What with all the leprachauns and fairies of the British Isles, I am not surprized the horses draw you into their family disputes as well.
Uncle Bob 8:56 am on July 31, 2011 | #
Ah grandpa. You might need to wait for a while before I paint much more. I don’t seem to have enough time these days as I am often out cycling (as the story suggests) or doing other stuff. We Scots make the best of any decent weather when it comes along. This explains why I painted so much during the winter. Mind you, if it rains again, I might just make your week’s deadline
Uncle Bob 9:00 am on July 31, 2011 | #
Nikira. Fell about laughing when I imagined you calling the authorities about a “Dead horse”. And I thought I was the only daft person on the planet. Speaking to John who sent me this link which might just let us both off the hook
http://www.ultimatedressage.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=203538&start=0
Thanks for the fun in reading your comment
Uncle Bob 9:07 am on July 31, 2011 | #
Oh Candace. Don’t you have conversations with horses where you come from. I speak to them all the time. They are very courteous and listen intently. Mind you, its when they answer that I begin to get worried. You are correct about Leprechauns and faeries. The former tend to live in with our Irish cousins and are called the “Little people”. Faeries live in the misty glens of my country. The Irish ones are mischievous and can cause mayhem, if you are unkind to them but our types can be kind. They do, however, steal naughty children which is why I employed many of them when I was teaching. We are a superstitious lot here. One local claims she is an reincarnation of a witch previously burned at the stake. No one, but no one scoffs of disagrees with her
Ziza 4:22 am on August 1, 2011 | #
In that case Uncle Bob, I wish rain never stops in Scotland (or, if that’s too much to ask, at least for a week)…