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.
Sunday I thought I'd be able to get a ride in. So Bill and I headed out. It looked sunny enough, never-mind a few clouds cooking in the sky. Whoops. Caught in a downpour 15 minutes later out on the trail. We galloped to shelter. Galloping through the woods in the rain? Mission Adventure accomplished!
We dropped the horses off in the BP, walked back to the barn, got Bill's truck and went back to retrieve the saddles. Wet saddles.
There was a little squealing as Bill put Lilly in the BP with her friends she hasn't seen in a while. At first she looked a little lost. But in no time at all she got down to business of gobbling up some grass. That's Glitter rolling around in front of her.
Since our ride was cut short, I had time to take Getty on the trail for a run.
Sometimes Getty stands up tall to look around. She might be part hominid.
Look at this little creepshow we spied on the road. Ewwwwww.
On Monday, it was back to work. Luckily, Bill sent me a few pictures in the afternoon to show me what I was missing. Here is is zipping through the woods on QTee.
And then he sent me this photo of Glitter while they were out. Having fun. While I toiled away.
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