See that arrow there. Pointing to an innocuous patch of long grass. Don’t be fooled, it is not what it seems. There is where the horse-eating pheasants live. Legend has it that many an innocent pony has wandered too close to that patch of grass and were never heard told of again
Not to worry though, Birdie was ready for the horrid monsters and spun faster than you would even think possible when they made their sudden attack (or you know, just flew away). She wasn’t going to let the pheasants get the best of her and become another statistic. Unfortunately she forgot that there is no “I” in team and left her trusty rider flat on her back on the ground, ready to be devoured by the pheasants.
Kudos to her though, she didn’t gallop away to save herself. She bravely stood her ground as I pulled my rickety old body off the ground even though I had let go of the reins in the fall. Thankfully we both survived the encounter with the pheasants and lived to tell the tale. I’m sure Birdie went back to her herd to spin yarns about her bravery in the face of certain death.
And this is how I had my first fall off Birdie. I got right back on with no injuries and we thankfully didn’t encounter any more horse-eating monsters that day.