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.
Yogi is CC's favorite horse. Saturday Bill trailered them to a benefit ride at a small equestrian center 30 minutes away. CC has not ridden as much lately since she just had a baby (a very round, cute baby) so this was a re-launch of sorts for her. She and Yogi had a great ride.
As we were leaving, Yogi went right in the trailer. Nearby there was an Arab kicking up quite a fuss about being loaded into his trailer. Back at the BP, Yogi came back out of the trailer as quietly as he went in.
There are few things as satisfying as an excellent day spent with a horse you love and who loves you back.
There goes Yogi back to where all of his buddies at the BP were waiting for him.
Then it was time to get out on the trail. But the bugs were frightful. They were biting me right through my shirt! And poor brumby! Even with bug spray they were relentless. It was getting late in the day so we bounded up the short trail, turned around and bounded back and returned to the barn where carrots were waiting.
The next day I reapplied an ample dose of bug spray and out we went. Lilly continued her obsession with the striped maple's tulip leaves. She will grab a mouthful every chance she gets.
But look! We also happened upon this nice arrangement of oyster mushrooms!
I really thought we were going to get rained on. I should check the weather more often. But a little rain never hurt anyone. In any event, it did not actually rain until I was already back home, and I was glad that my flowers and veggie garden got a nice big drink. Although in the pasture I imagined all of Lilly's big spray being rained right off of her. Her fly mask has already gone missing.
While out on the trail, I gave Lilly a tree lesson. This one, I told her, is cherry.
And this one is oak.
This pair I am not sure about. I had to leave my brumby in the dark.
You know how when people get older they worry more about dying? Well I recently had a birthday and this means that I am getting older. On today's ride I observed a million trees just waiting to come crashing down on me. This one is a mild example!
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