Most of August, I have slept with the window open. I love hearing the night sounds; even the sound of the highway is comforting. And now that I have chickens, I hear the roosters in the morning. As they get bigger, their “cock-a-doodle-doo” is more robust.
This morning, I am in that half-awake state. The alarm hasn’t gone off yet, but something has awoken me. I hear it again. It’s farting and it's not coming from John’s direction. Our Springer Spaniel, Maddie, is usually sleeping on the floor at the bottom of the bed but maybe she has moved next to me. I reach down to feel for her and she isn’t there. Surprisingly, there is no smell either. A few minutes pass and I hear another fart. My gosh, can is it the boys? Can I hear them farting from their rooms?
I dozed back off until the alarm went off and after hitting the snooze button a few times, I finally rolled out of bed. I look outside as I always do to catch a glimpse of the impending sunrise, too dark now at this time to see the horses clearly in the pasture. Then I hear a fart again! I look down. My small herd of horses has gathered outside my bedroom window. Two lying down; I can’t make out which ones. Butter and Ginger are standing up. As I watch from the window, Butter lifts her tail slightly and passes gas. What a way to wake up.
Couldn’t help thinking…. you might be a horseperson if, you wake up to horse farts outside your bedroom window.
