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02:30 hrs, Sunday 6th May 2007: I'm HERE!!!! |
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Hmmmm. It's awfully cramped in here and I'm getting really fed up - been couped up in here for 11 months now. Hang on, I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. Uh Oh!, this is a little scary - ^&%^&%*&"^£$ - well at least the landing was soft. Hey, who are you? You're awfully big and black, but it's nice nuzzling up against you... ...look, will you stop LICKING me, that is just so GROSS!. I want to explore a bit... Quote of the day: "...well at least the landing was soft..." |
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09:30 hrs, Sunday 6th May 2007: A little later on... |
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Well this is turning out to be a lot more fun than I was expecting - if I can just get these legs to work properly I think I'm onto a winner here. Hey, who is that very strange looking horse peering over the door at me - boy is he UGLY - hasn't even got a mane like my mum's. I'll run around a bit and maybe that'll scare him off... (it did). Oooops, he's back again and he's brought another funny looking creature with him, but as least she has a mane. She looks much nicer. Hang on. Mum? Is she supposed to be coming in here?Now there are all sorts of strange things peering in over the door making cooing sounds - very weird. Another "woman" coming in now - she looks a bit official. OMG she's got me - still mum is close and she'll protect me. Ouch that stings. Now she's getting a bloody great needle out, not sure about this at all - OWWW! - I didn;t come here to be tortured you know - Mum, let me back inside now please - I've had enough of this. Look, this is foal-abuse, now she's fiddling around with my back end and touching my "bits" - "WOW - I'm a STALLION, Baby!!!". Oh good, she's gone. This has been tiring. I think I'll just have a drink and go for a nap... Quote of the day: "WOW - I'm a STALLION, Baby!!!" | |
21:45 hrs, Sunday 6th May 2007: I'm exhausted (almost) |
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Well it's been a busy day, what with entertaining an endless stream of visitors (I'd have thought Princess Anne would have put in an appearance, though - I am an Olympic prospect, after all). I've discovered a few things today:
 Oh well, enough learning for one day - I'm bushed. OMG, no peace at all - now THEY are back. They've put some weird stuff down in a black tub but Mum obviously doesn't think much of their attempt at aromatherapy because she's EATING it. I had a sniff of it but it smells disgusting, not nearly as nice as milk. She is ok, I guess (very friendly and keeps giving me cuddles), but I'm still not sure I like the bald one with no mane...Time for another nap, I guess. I wonder what tomorrow will bring... Quote of the day: "...Walls are hard... |
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11:00 hrs, Monday 7th May 2007: Day 2 - Errrr, What IS that orange thing? |
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Well the day started nicely enough. I had a few drinks from the inexhaustible taps Mum has thoughtfully had installed under her tummy. That was followed by a nap and then playtime!! I was practising my bucks this morning - coming along nicely - I'm really starting to get the hang of these legs now!! Also there are some things hanging off the wall that look quite fun if I can just figure out how to get them down onto the floor. Anyway things were just going along swimmingly when THEY arrived again. (Shhhh, between you and me I think they're rather weird - must be mutant ponies of some sort: They're always rearing up on their hind legs and never seem to put any weight on their front feet, which are REALLY deformed - no hooves as such at all. I feel a bit sorry for them - Mum says we must have compassion for the aesthetically-challenged - She's not so bad (at least she has a mane), but he is completely bald - a bad case of sweet itch, perhaps).Anyway they came along and produced this weird orange thing with a wheel at the front. I think they must be really hard-up and have to scavenge for food, because they loaded some of the hay my mum had dropped and even loaded up most of our droppings into this orange thing and went away with it - maybe that's all they could find for their lunch - YUCK!!!!. Anyway, time for another nap, I think - life is so hard for a young stallion... Quote of the day: ...I think they must be mutant ponies of some sort... | |
18:00 hrs, Monday 7th May 2007: I could get used to this... |
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I've decided that the rather weird looking horses that come and visit us from time to time aren't so bad after all. I've decided to call them "people" (don't ask me why - the word just popped into my head while I was kicking one this afternoon (the bald one) - serves him right for trying to write his name on my navel with purple paint!!!). Anyway, I'm getting plenty of cuddles and strokes and am [rightly] the centre of attention whenever people come visiting. I'm still a little nervous of the very small ones because they tend to move too quickly but the bigger more "cob-like" ones tend to take their time. My mum's still not terribly trusting, though, and keeps a close eye on proceedings in case they get the purple pait out again...Quote of the day: ...serves him right for trying to write his name on my navel with purple paint!!! |
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13:00 hrs, Tuesday 8th May 2007: Day 3: WOW! this place is BIG! |
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Well things definitely took a bit of a strange turn today. THEY turned up and stuck this glittery black thing on my head (it itched a bit but I couldn't get it off) and then they started leading my Mum away. That was a bit scary so I decided to tag along... WELL, life is a LOT bigger than I thought. We went through the swinging wall and... ...the next door stall was immense - it went on forever. I could see some more horses like my Mum (the one next door to us looks a bit grumpy, I must say, and he talks in a funny accent) but I didn't have much of a chance to say hello, because we ended up in a REALLY large stall. I ran and ran and ran and Mum was running around after me telling me to be careful. This place must be some kind of bathroom, because then someone turned the shower on - still not sure if I like getting wet but then the sun came out again and after a while THEY came back and took us back to our home. No sign of the weird orange thing today, but we've got a nice clean bed to lie on and I'm so tired...Quote of the day: WELL, life is a LOT bigger than I thought. | |
17:30 hrs, Wednesday 9th May 2007: Day 4: Keeping mum fit |
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That orange thing was back today. I guess it's not going to eat me and got really quite close to it today to meet my new friends Marie and Vanessa (Vanessa let me nibble one of her deformed front hooves - I tried sucking on it but I couldn't get any milk out of it). We had another run out in the huge outdoor stable today - boy I'm FAST!!! Mum had to CANTER to keep up with me. She's looking a bit unfit at the moment, so I decided to do a few laps with her in tow to try to run some of that excess fat off her. Quote of the day: ...boy I'm FAST!!! |
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17:00 hrs, Thursday 10th May 2007: The Pit-Stop |
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It's great being a celeb!! I get loads of visitors each day and they all want to stroke me. Even when I get out of my stable and go and have a run around outdoors, there are always a few people looking over the gate at my antics. I found out about trotting poles today and even had an experimental walk over one. My mum said you had to be a bit careful of them as sometimes they jump up and bite you, but I wasn't scared and it was easy! It's great being able to get out and stretch my legs, but it's quite tiring and I have to have a pit-stop occasionally to get my breath back and have a drink. It's quite cool having a mobile café trotting alongside you - very convenient I getting quite fond of THEM. Even the bald one isn't as bad as I thought at first. We had a good sniff at each other today and he's quite friendly when you get to know him. Still not too sure about the horse next door even though I did get nose-to-nose with him yesterday and he was quite friendly. He says his name is Pee-cush but he's awfully big. Between you and me I think God must have been having a bad day when Pee-cush was being made as they obviously ran out of black and had to use loads of other colours instead. Still the brown and white looks quite attractive. My Mum tells me I'll probably be a majestic black like her (WICKED!!), but some horses have to make do with other colour schemes...Quote of the day: Mums are like mobile café's... | |
18:00 hrs, Friday 11th May 2007: A Day of Firsts |
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Well what a day this has been! The bald one came along early this morning. He must be really thick because he still puts down this aromatherapy stuff each morning and night (it really stinks, believe me) and it smells so awful that my mum selflessly eats it so that we don't have to endure the pong all day. Things quietened down after that and we had a lazy day snoozing, drinking and playing. This afternoon, they both came down and put the scratchy thing on my head again and started leading my mum across to the big outdoor stable opposite. I thought I'd better tag along in case I got thirsty. Just as I was leaving the stable the whole world tilted sideways and, as if that wasn't bad enough, the wall jumped out and attacked me!!! I have to confess I was a little frightened. I managed to get away from the wall but fell into a big puddle in the process - very embarassing. Still, my mum gave the wall a big telling off so he won't try that again. When we got into the big outdoor stable (my mum says it's a school, but we go there to play, not to learn, so I don't know what that's all about) someone else had been playing and had built a low wall out of some poles. I had to go and have a look at that. Mum wasn't that interested, though and started walking off and I had to jump over part of it to keep up with her. I jumped all the way over it (my first clear round - imagine!!) and then had to go on a lap of honour. I went as fast as I could all the way round, but I wasn't looking and nearly ran into the low wall again and had to swerve suddenly to avoid it. One of the onlookers said something about a first refusal. What's that all about, then?Quote of the day: ...the wall jumped out and attacked me!!! |
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19:00 hrs, Sunday 13th May 2007: Escape Artist |
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Miserable weather - It's been peeing down almost the whole day. THEY came down about midday to say hello. The bald one went off to fill up a hay net for my Mum (I've tried her hay but it tastes like dried grass - yuck - you could live on it, I suppose, but it tastes like s*%t!!) while she was pottering about in the stall and saying hello... ...WELL - she left the door unlocked and turned her back, didn't she? Not one to pass up an opportunity like that I thought I'd go and play outside despite the rain - I mean who wants to be cooped up in a stable all day? I got out of the stable and started having a root around - what a panic! You'd have thought I'd tried to shoot Emerson or smoke a cigarette on the Yard!!!. SHE was running around after me trying to catch me, and several others came and joined her. Mum was going frantic in the stable be SHE had locked the stable door after I had bolted. I trotted around for a bit but really it wasn't much fun without mum being with me, so eventually I let myself be caught - escape artist indeed!!  They've got me a new head-collar - much nicer than the old one and it fits nicely so I don't even notice it when it's on. I had another go with it on later today when we got to try out the indoor school. If I thought the outdoor area was big, this one is Quote of the day: ...It's called "Make THEM look like slow stumblebums" | |
13:00 hrs, Monday 14th May 2007: Where's the Scuba gear? |
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 Only one visit from THEM today. It was a lovely afternoon, sunny and fresh, and we went out into the outdoor school, but it had magically turned into a lake - just like being at the seaside, my mum said. I don't know anything about that, but I had a GREAT time splashing around. Mum didn't seem too impressed, though, and was muttering something about not being a water nymphette and insisting on being provided with an equilung if this was going to become a regular feature. So half the time we just stood at the gate watching them mucking out the stable and replacing the haynets. It's nice to have servants to fetch and carry for you - really cheap too, all they seem to want in return is to stroke you occasionally. THEY didn't seem to like the water much either, so we allowed ourselves to be recaptured fairly quickly and easily todayQuote of the day: It's nice to have serveants to fetch and carry for you... |
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17:30 hrs, Wednesday 16th May 2007: Dreary days |
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Nothing much to report the past few days. It's been really dreadful weather and Mum refused to leave her stall because the aforementioned equilung has not been forthcoming. "Do I look like a seahorse?" she said, "If I was meant to go out in THAT weather I'd have been equipped with flippers, not hooves". I have to agree slightly - the last time we were out in the school the water was nearly up to my knees. I miss having a run around, mind... My teeth are coming along nicely and I can't wait to really test them on something, but I'm not yet sure what I should be using them for. THEY seem careful to keep clear of them (can't think why) even though I make it quite clear I'd like to chew on their hands for a while. How selfish can you get? Quote of the day: If I was meant to go out in THAT weather I'd have been equipped with flippers, not hooves... | |
16:00 hrs, Friday 18th May 2007: Aromatherapy |
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I'm starting to have second thoughts about aromatherapy (and about food in general, if truth be told). I mean, HE comes along every morning and puts down this fairly weird looking and funny smelling stuff in a bid wide round bowl, and my mum eats it. He also fills up the haynet with this scratchy stuff that looks and tastes like dried rope and mum eats that too. I always thought she was just getting rid of the foul-smelling stuff in the bucket so it didn't stink the stable out, but I've been starting to wonder about that the past few days... Today HE came along as usual in the morning and I was feeling particularly good-natured and well-behaved and so I thought I'd help my mum to get rid of it by eating a little bit of it myself. You know what? It might smell a bit funny, but it didn't taste bad at all. My sneaky mum never told me it tasted good and had just left me thinking she was being selfless in getting rid of it. Maybe it's not aromatherapy at all!!! That got me thinking about the haynets and so I tried some of the scratchy stuff later on, and that tasted pretty good too. You have to chew it a bit mind (hmmmmm. maybe that's what my teeth are for)...Quote of the day: It might smell a bit funny, but it didn't taste bad at all. |
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11:30 hrs, Sunday 20th May 2007: Nobody told me about MINTS!! |
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I've decided that I like Marie a lot. Actually, she's probably better than THEM, truth be told. I mean, how long have I been around? Seems like ages, anyway, but in all this time nobody has ever given me a MINT! Well that all changed today. HE came down in the morning and while he was pottering about Marie came along and offered me this small round white thing with a hole in the middle. I was a little bit suspicious but clearly she intended me to eat it so I gave it a try... ...WELL!!!! It was like my taste-buds exploded!!  Mum explained it was a mint, normally given only when we've been really good, so I must have done something right (can't think quite what at the moment, but I'm sure it'll come to me). Mum's food tasted even better after that and I tried her hay again and I think I could get used to that too. All part of growing up, I suppose, but why don't they just fill the food bucket with mints?Quote of the day: WELL!!!! It was like my taste-buds | |
04:24 hrs, Friday 1st June 2007: Happy Holidays |
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Well we're on our holidays!! THEY must have decided that we needed a break because they came along the other day and took us out into a small field - VERY exclusive - we have it all to ourselves. Apart from the gate trying to kill us the first time (Mum didn't like that ONE bit!) it's a really delux pad. The other horses are just across the other side of the road, but they're all together. We get visitors all the time (everyone driving up and down the road stops for a chat. It's really great. Room service comes twice a day with fresh water, a feed and more hay and I get to run up and down as much as I like. Quote of the day: Room service comes twice a day... |
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14:30 hrs, Tuesday 5th June 2007: I like Kids |
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 I've decided I really like humans that are my size. Loads of them come up and say hello every day and they're really friendly (if you can avoid having your eye poked out, that is). Tony and Natasha (some of THEIR relatives, I gather) came along today and they were really sweet (although they didn't have any polo mints). I made a bit of a fuss of them (seeing as how they're distant relatives and all) but they still didn't come up with the mints. Quote of the day: ...and they're really friendly (if you can avoid having your eye poked out, that is | |
Jazz's Blog
Jazz was born some time in the early hours of Sunday 6th May 2007. We had only found out that Midnight was in foal a few weeks before that (something of a shock, I cann tell you, although it was a nice surprise), and although we didn't know exactly what Midnight's due date was, we had thought it would be at least 2 weeks later than that, so I was somewhat surprised to find 8 hooves in the stable when I went down that Sunday to turn Midnight out into the field for the day.
By a miracle of telepathy we are privileged to listen in on Jazz's thoughts as he grows and develops. He has kindly agreed to "dictate" this blog from time to time. You can also view photos of Jazz (and Midnight) on our Horses page and in the "Our Horses" category of the Photos page.
