The herd has decided that they are now officially feral horses. Mind you, they all have grazing muzzles and fly masks on in a nod to being semi-domesticated. They do like their comforts, after all. But they have mutually decided with the warmer weather and breezy nights they’d rather stay out under the stars. Apparently, they don’t need no stinking barn to be trapped in at night. They are checked on routinely. Blue and Sami need their medication for Cushing’s which we cleverly disguise inside stud muffins. They are happy and healthy and have access to water and as much grass as they can stuff into their bellies with muzzles on. So, if they prefer to stay out, and if it makes them happy, that’s fine with us. They are living the most normal way of life for horses and we feel that’s the way it should be. Everyone who comes to our place always comments on how happy and calm our horses are, and I think just letting them be horses is a big factor in their temperaments.
|"Did I hear something about treats"|
On Mother’s Day, I did get to ride Rosie. Whenever they see the Kubota drive up, they all come moseying over because there are usually treats involved. Well, this time there were treats involved but also saddles and bridles... much to Rosie and Hanz’s dismay. Once Rosie was tacked up and brought into the ring, I mounted up and off we went for our ride. Everything was going just fine until Hanz and my daughter rode in. Well, Rosie's ears went flat back. She was making faces at the poor guy and just trying to avoid him at all costs. Hanz is so sweet and innocent he couldn’t know what to think or what he did wrong. He’s the kind of horse who likes everyone and just wants to be a friend. She was having none of it and, in truth, she was being a real bitch. I didn’t put up with her antics because she’s just got to get over herself and learn to get along with the whole herd. This is something we’ll work on until she can tolerate another horse in the ring with her and learn to be a little more gracious and sharing of her space. Once she figures out that I’m not going to play into her nonsense, she’ll be little miss manners in the ring like she is in the barn.
Quote for Today
A bad day riding is better than a good day fishing.