While Dude has been innocently enjoying his simple life as Mr. In and Out in his stall with paddock access, Bestie has been making eyes at Jake over the fence. She is in heat, big time. When I arrive at the barn after work, I sit in the car and watch her. It's quite the show.
For the first few days that she was in this particular field, Jake would rush the fence threateningly when she got turned out, and she would give it right back to him. Eyes rolling, teeth flashing, a bit of rearing, but no contact (between horses or fence). Just a lot of "Hey, this is MY fenceline!" and "Oh you think so? Think again, weenie gelding boy!" They'd do this periodically, whenever they'd find themselves within a few feet of each other in their respective paddocks.
However, now she's singing a different tune. And so is he. From my vantage point in the parking area in front of the barn, I'll watch her slowly mosey up to the fenceline whenever she spots Jake moving in her general direction. She'll coquettishly lift her tail and flip it around. To really send a message (no subtlety here), she'll pee right in front of him, while stealing little come hither glances at him. Jake's reaction? Nothing. Nada. Maybe, if she's lucky, all her efforts will get an eye roll her way as Jake concentrates on his main mission: nibbling on grass. "Geez, woman, can't you see I'm busy? There's GRASS to be eaten!" Today, as I brought Jake into the barn, she unleashed one of her crazed high-pitched whinnies in his direction. He didn't even bat an eye.
I'm thinking of telling her that she's starting to look ridiculous, and it's all a bit embarrassing to be throwing herself at him in this way. But I don't think she'll listen.
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