Friday, February 6, 2015

July Farmer Fred Award: Famous Visitors: Clydesdales Arrive


Are there  more famous horses in the world than these? I think not. Life on the farm is full of stories about horses. Horses save the day, save lives, understand the pain we suffer, and respond to our tender loving care. Yet they are huge and powerful. We love them, but we must show respect or they will turn on us.  Horses insist that we behave ourselves. We make rules for our horses, but they make rules for us, too. Never walk to close behind a horse. There is a connection in spirit between people and their horses. Because the Clydesdales are so famous, there is a unique connection between them and the people of the world. What a special privilege it was to be in a small group of barley growers invited to share this day with our friends from Anheuser Busch.
The Farmer Fred Award for July 2014 is presented to:
Famous Visitors: Clydesdales Arrive
Originally published on July 31, 2014
 We would not have been more excited to meet rock stars. These fellows travel in comfort with a cushioned rubber floor and spacious stalls. What is it about horses? They were made to melt hearts.
"Hey, blue eyes, want a Bud?"
I bet you say that to all the girls. 
 His friends were quieter and more businesslike.
 Each of  the Clydesdales has his own locker, which carries individual harness, collar and bridle.
The wagon polishing was nearly finished. 
 My guy was the first horse out of the trailer.
The Clydesdales were brought out in pairs. First were the pullers, the ones in the back. They were noticeably more muscled that the others. 
It was a day of Buds, even rose Buds  braided into each horse's mane.
The Clydesdales don't wear apple baskets, and they don't have long flowing tails. But they were well decorated from every angle. 
The employees in the malting plant had a contest to see who could come closest to guessing the weight of the two horse hitch with the wagon. After hitching the two horses, they were driven into the scale room of the malting plant and weighed.
 Kat Metzger, who we had watched since she jumped out of her truck, needed a stool to help fasten harness and collar. 
Clydesdale is calling "Wait for me!" as no one had told him about the employee contest. The preparations continued, each horse getting full attention as it was added to the hitch.
 The front horse on the driver's left was the leader. It was he who was felt the pull of the reins. 
"I was born to lead," he told me. 
I believe him. The horses were calm, but clearly ready to perform. 
Clyde and his men mounted the wagon. 
The horses began their performance. 
There was a circle drive that they drove around a couple of times. We all oooed and aahed our appreciation. The Clydesdales were giving us a private performance.  
Their staff kept the street free of road apples, stopping to clean as they went. 
Then, the drivers pulled the Clydesdales off the street and parked them on the side lawn. They were headed for the barley field. I will show you that tomorrow.
If you would like to see the team in the barley field Click Here.

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