Bluey, think you meant to quote OP on hand walking by an orchard, not me. But you do make an excellent point that does apply to me-thats exactly how I got my first broken bone…at age 60ish. Hand grazing after a tough, 2 hour over fences clinic, gossiping, facing friends, not horse and wearing stupid shoes- really cute tapesty backless wedgies.
One in a million, freakish incident spooked all of them, mine right over the top of me. Had that 17 year old horse for 8 or 9 years at the time and it gave me a nudge with its nose and the “not my fault” stink eye as I lay there. The cute shoes were unscathed. They don’t have to be green or mean hurt you- be careful.