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"Look everyone - it's the lunch wagon!" |
This week’s mission: get a decent photo of Talon for his “for sale” ad. Easy enough, right? Just walk out there, snap a few flattering shots, post them online, and wait for the offers to roll in.
Ha.
He was standing by the fence, looking reasonably majestic… until I pulled out my phone. Then he became a statue with the personality of a cinder block. No matter what I did—clucking, chucking pebbles, kissing sounds, mooing like a cow, high-pitched whistling like some kind of demented bird caller—he wouldn’t lift his head. Not even a blink of interest. Just stood there, ears half-cocked, looking like a disinterested teenager at a family reunion.
I was one moo away from throwing in the towel when my husband rolled down the driveway with a trailer full of hay.
Suddenly, glutton gut sprang to life. Head up, ears forward, eyes bright—poof, perfect sale ad posture. Nothing like a trailer full of snacks to turn a sullen horse into a show pony.
So now Talon’s officially listed on several horse sale sites, complete with a flattering video. Fingers crossed the hay-bribed glamour shot does the trick.
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