Spring means horse hair everywhere. Ev.ry.where. Also mud. Lots of mud. On the ground, on the horse, on the boots that will never look clean ever again. But it also means the grass turning green, which is a very nice color.
Here follows lengthy ponderings on horse training. Because it’s something I think about. A lot. – In 2009 or 2010, I had a chance to take a few riding lessons while the horses were on schooling board at a different farm. The lessons mostly consisted of Midas tearing around the ring like a freight train… Continue reading Training horse or rider
One of my dear friends sent me a page-a-day calendar titled “What horses teach us.” The picture on the front was of some sort of Gypsy Vanner with a spectacular mane and the quote “Great hair is the best revenge.” It made me laugh, and I sort of expected more horse related humor on the… Continue reading What horses teach us
What do you do on a near 80 degree day in February when you only have an hour and your fur beast still has his full winter coat? You do liberty work with the mounting block, and then you randomly decide to climb on him, without bothering to put on reins or bareback pad or… Continue reading Bridleless update
The herd BFF arrangement is color coded. The bays hang together, and the chestnuts hang together. Sort of. Only sort of because Maverick desperately wants to stay Charlie’s BFF and and Midas just doesn’t consider himself a part of anything.
Apparently most artists go through a blue period. It’s because blue is such a wonderful color. So much depth and feeling and warmth and comfort and richness and….you get the idea. Also, that black-like color? I mixed that. On purpose. Progress!
Windy day, freshly brushed mane…