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.
Well, you know I love Halloween. Each year I try to frighten my brumby. Each year my brumby sees me and thinks with a sigh, NOT AGAIN.
I mean, what is so scary about a floating, dismembered head? It's a good thing Lilly has such a good head on her shoulders. If you'd like to see a video of me attempting to frighten my brumby, just click right here. You may get a kick out of it!
The weather is definitely changing. For the most part, October has been mild. But the last few days have been chillllly. You see smoke coming out of chimneys. If you forget to put your car in the garage, in the morning you have to scrape frost off the windshield. You are glad to see your brumby's coat getting wooly. Old Man Winter is on his way.
Saturday I spend a few minutes getting my saddles ready for the cold weather. This is my Big Horn saddle. It gets the full on fleece attack. Yes, it is pink. I have Karen P to thank for it. Plainly it is awesome.
Today I puttered around in the ring. I thought Christine might show up and I know she likes the ring. Plus, the ring is perfect for concentrated lessons. But yesterday Lilly, Getty and I were out on the trail. At times the sun was out, and other times the sky looked gray and ominous. Plus >gulp< it was windy.
There were a few massive gusts of wind that made me think maybe I shouldn't even be out there. It's not because it is cold--it's because I don't want any limbs or trees falling on me and Lilly. What are the chances, right? But anyone can have an unlucky moment. Speaking of trees, isn't this giant burl pretty awesome?
There is Lilly patiently waiting for me while I was off taking pictures of that burl. This was a particularly windy part of our ride and I thought the wind might spook her enough to send her shooting off down the trail. But no, she stayed put. And that giant orange bow on Getty is because it is bow season and I forgot her safety vest.
It is amazing to me how well this horse and dog know the trail. They know exactly where to go. Meanwhile there are places that I still have to look for a trail marker to make sure I am in the right spot. So much for having a big ole pre-frontal cortex! Compared to these animals, I am an idiot!
Lilly sure loves her tractor! She only gives it a second look when the bucket is raised high in the air.
Sometimes it is fun to spy on the horses. But they always know I am there.
After my ride, I went inside to meet Bill's new granddaughter. And look who's hogging the baby!!!
One large and very cute nose.
TWO very large noses.
Happy Halloween! May your week be filled with creepy adventure.
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