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Mar. 10th, 2008 03:57 pmIn the It Is Always One Damn Thing Or Another Department:
After finally getting my 5 charges out into the pasture, across the the appallingly treacherous ice and (thank goodness plugged in the electric fence) I heard hooves crunching through the snow. I thought, of course, that one of my crowd had escaped. But no, the neighbor's two had escaped, and the profoundly in heat mare was flirting shamelessly over the fence, with her friend defending her honor, loudly. It took longer than expected to get them into spare stalls, with hay and water, where they continued to yearn, vocally, for my crowd. After the fact it was pretty funny, but at the time it was a little nervewracking.
i got to ride twice last week, I think I forgot to mention the 2nd time. We packed up the guys and trailered over to the indoor again. Dakota was exactly the wrong height and spooked relentlessly at a splash mark on the wall - I think the sun got him in the eye each time past it, because he'd go fine the other direction. It was nice to trot, and be able to move out instead of either swimming through snow or tippy-toeing across the ice. We are headed to the indoor again on Wed.
I asked Al the other day if I wanted a horse. After a long talk, he convinced me I am looking for lessons again. If I go looking for dressage lessons, eventually I'll find a great place to ride, and the horse question will fall neatly into place. I've had lessons that were very strenuous, and made me cry, but I got better Every Time, and I've had lessons where I didn't cry and didn't improve so much. It would be nice to find some happier medium where I get better but don't have to cry for it.
There is the promise of spring in the air, but at the moment it is just a tease. We are still under a couple inches of solid ice, around and over and under the left over snow. It is at that uniquely treacherous state where it melts during the day, and then freezes into sheets of black ice at night. Mornings are slippery, and pretty scary.
After finally getting my 5 charges out into the pasture, across the the appallingly treacherous ice and (thank goodness plugged in the electric fence) I heard hooves crunching through the snow. I thought, of course, that one of my crowd had escaped. But no, the neighbor's two had escaped, and the profoundly in heat mare was flirting shamelessly over the fence, with her friend defending her honor, loudly. It took longer than expected to get them into spare stalls, with hay and water, where they continued to yearn, vocally, for my crowd. After the fact it was pretty funny, but at the time it was a little nervewracking.
i got to ride twice last week, I think I forgot to mention the 2nd time. We packed up the guys and trailered over to the indoor again. Dakota was exactly the wrong height and spooked relentlessly at a splash mark on the wall - I think the sun got him in the eye each time past it, because he'd go fine the other direction. It was nice to trot, and be able to move out instead of either swimming through snow or tippy-toeing across the ice. We are headed to the indoor again on Wed.
I asked Al the other day if I wanted a horse. After a long talk, he convinced me I am looking for lessons again. If I go looking for dressage lessons, eventually I'll find a great place to ride, and the horse question will fall neatly into place. I've had lessons that were very strenuous, and made me cry, but I got better Every Time, and I've had lessons where I didn't cry and didn't improve so much. It would be nice to find some happier medium where I get better but don't have to cry for it.
There is the promise of spring in the air, but at the moment it is just a tease. We are still under a couple inches of solid ice, around and over and under the left over snow. It is at that uniquely treacherous state where it melts during the day, and then freezes into sheets of black ice at night. Mornings are slippery, and pretty scary.
