Bird
Rest in Peace
I haven't seen any ticks in many years, but I'll never forget fighting ticks in the Healdton, OK, area when I was 10 to 14 years old. Naturally, we sometimes picked ticks off ourselves, but the one thing I never forgot was when my horse got some ticks on her. Dad bought some kind of powder that would get rid of the ticks if you could get it down through the hair on the horse. So I got a really stiff brush, and I'd sprinkle some of that powder on her, then brush the hair the wrong way to get that powder down in there. And I sprinkled powder on the brush, then brushed the wrong way under her chest and belly. Now it's hard to push a brush the wrong way through the hair, so I was pushing really hard when the brush slipped out and hit the back of her front leg. If you don't know how fast a horse can kick . . . . .. Well, so fast you don't know it's coming.:laughing: Now I was standing very close to her, so she didn't "hit" me, she just brought that hind foot forward, caught me about the middle, and tossed me out behind her, before I knew what happened. Fortunately, it didn't really hurt, but it was an unforgettable experience.