I call my horse Lilly "Brumby" as a term of endearment. But I didn't make the word up! In Australia a wild horse is called a brumby or brumbie. The word derives from the name of a Major William Brumby, an early 19th century settler from England who was a noted breeder of horses. Through the years a large number of his stock escaped and became feral. Another possible origin of the word-Booramby, Aborigine for wild.
Lately I have been working a lot on a special brumby project that I can reveal later. It gobbles up all of my time. So this weekend I have one post for two days of riding. I rode both days, but on Bella because Lilly's feet are ouchie. It's probably because we've had So. Much. Rain. that there is not a dry particle of soil for miles. Soggy soil mean sore feet. But I do love Bella. I always have. Here is a picture if a baby porcupine making its way up a tree to get away from us.
Bill was on Freddie. Although that might look like a baby bear, it is just Getty!
There is Getty again, hanging out in some tall hay.
Here we are in a tiny part of the Blueberry Pasture where Bill is making some of his own hay. Which is hard to do when it rains all the time.
There go Bill and Freddie across the little creek. Freddie did not want to go. The thing is of course, once you start something, you have to see it through, otherwise the horse learns that he holds all the cards. So Bill worked with Freddie while Bella stamped her feet as we waited. At first I thought she was impatient. But then I realized a few bugs were biting her. In the end, Freddie went through just fine. And Bella went crashing through right after.
Here I have taken a picture from the other side, as Bill and Freddie are coming up from the creek on their third time through. (Practice will make perfect!)
Then today we got lucky! The sun came out. First I hung a million things on the clothesline...even though my husband complains that the clothesline makes his clothes feel like hardened plaster. Then it was time to ride. I took this picture on my way to Bill's. I didn't think Lilly was going to feel like riding, so I was already planning on getting Bella out again and taking another cruise on her.
First Bill gave her a quick pedicure. And then he trimmed that unruly forelock! It is amazing Haflingers can see at all with their luxurious manes! We joke that maybe Bella doesn't seem afraid of anything because she can't see anything!
So then Bella and I set out solo. Bill was watching golf and Christine wasn't feeling well. Today riding Bella was like riding an angel. She was calm and willing the entire ride, even when we left the barn and her buddies, and again when we passed the BP where her other buddies were lounging. She gave a few whinnies but then put her head down and charged on. Bill called a few times from the couch to check on us, but there was no need. We were having an excellent trail adventure.
And for now, it's back to Sunday night sighing and wailing over having to go to work tomorrow. If wishes were horses, I'd have a million of them wishing I didn't have a job!
I hope you have enjoyed reading my blog! One day I hope to make it bigger and better! Click on the words "Older Posts" right above this note if you would like to see more entries about me and my brumby.