The Dangers of Headlamps
This is the face of a woman who wants to warn you that headlamps and hungry horses don't mix.
My Aunt Pat and Uncle Dave Dringman were kind enough to give me this awesome headlamp a few weeks ago. It is pretty handy for doing chores after dark (which is all the time in the dark winter of the north). It fits snugly and has a million kw bulb that blinds all in my path--so really a self defense tool as well.
Tonight we did some of the chores late after rescuing my father-in-law from his run-in with a deer (that story later). We didn't get back to the farm until after 8pm. Kas and Lilly were particularly angry because they still hadn't gotten their PM hay.
I geared up in my headlamp and went out to get them fed. I was bragging a little to myself as I went, mainly about how awesome my headlamp is and how much I like it. And as they say, pride goeth before the fall.
I put out hay for Kas and Lilly and proceeded to scratch them in their favorite places, by way of apology. I didn't think much when Kas put her nose up to check out the headlamp and therefore didn't have a chance to stop when...
SNAP!
She grabbed it and immediately let go. It was like a middle school bra snap, only much harder and directly between my eyes.
Holy hell did that hurt.
Needless to say, Kas had had the last laugh for the evening and I went back to the house duly chastised for my poor evening feed performance.
(and for those asking about my father-in-law---he is fine, his truck is not. And the deer? Well somehow when it got struck, both antlers fell off (Mike found them behind the truck!) but the deer, after laying stunned for a few moments, ran away. We looked for it for quite some time but never found it)
My Aunt Pat and Uncle Dave Dringman were kind enough to give me this awesome headlamp a few weeks ago. It is pretty handy for doing chores after dark (which is all the time in the dark winter of the north). It fits snugly and has a million kw bulb that blinds all in my path--so really a self defense tool as well.
Tonight we did some of the chores late after rescuing my father-in-law from his run-in with a deer (that story later). We didn't get back to the farm until after 8pm. Kas and Lilly were particularly angry because they still hadn't gotten their PM hay.
I geared up in my headlamp and went out to get them fed. I was bragging a little to myself as I went, mainly about how awesome my headlamp is and how much I like it. And as they say, pride goeth before the fall.
I put out hay for Kas and Lilly and proceeded to scratch them in their favorite places, by way of apology. I didn't think much when Kas put her nose up to check out the headlamp and therefore didn't have a chance to stop when...
SNAP!
She grabbed it and immediately let go. It was like a middle school bra snap, only much harder and directly between my eyes.
Holy hell did that hurt.
Needless to say, Kas had had the last laugh for the evening and I went back to the house duly chastised for my poor evening feed performance.
(and for those asking about my father-in-law---he is fine, his truck is not. And the deer? Well somehow when it got struck, both antlers fell off (Mike found them behind the truck!) but the deer, after laying stunned for a few moments, ran away. We looked for it for quite some time but never found it)
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