Another Glory Weekend!

Monday, October 27, 2014

Every Monday morning at work my coworkers ask how my weekend was and every Monday I tell them it was awesome. Because of LILLY!!! Saturday, while Brandon was home replacing a kitchen window (lucky him), I scooted off for a ride! When I got there I saw Bill had been working too--patching this big hole in the run-in shed that I have been complaining about. I should add that Bill thinks I am anthropomorphizing by insisting they will be cold without this repair. All I know is that I myself will feel better knowing that giant hole is plugged up. 

 Not a bad view at all from inside the run in. Mmm, it feels so toasty in here after the repair!! And look, there is my brumby waaaaaaay across the property right when she knows I'll be showing up to ride her. You bet she saw me walking into the pasture! She ignores me all the time!

So I walked over to get her. You can see the run-in way in the distance. Even when I got close to her, she didn't move a muscle toward me at all.  The new Arab (now called Mookie) came right over and so did Ruby. They are super friendly and engaging creatures.

Back at the barn, I got to see how dirty my brumby really was. Yegads, that's a dirty foot.

 Speaking of feet, look at these giant shoes Bill found! Aren't they crazy?

They make my brumby's feet look so dainty! Just like Cinderella!!!

There's the dainty foot without her shoe on. Bill popped her shoes off last Sunday because it was time for a trim. It is important, because of Lilly's feet issues, to stay on top of her trims. We thought if she wasn't ouchie, the shoes could stay off.  We optimistically have that same thought EVERY TIME the shoes come off. But on the road when I took her out of the soft and comfy pasture, she was tender. 

Bill was around and started getting her feet in order right away. Lilly was VERY GOOD and hardly wiggled at all.

With new shoes on and still some time left in the afternoon, we headed out!

Bill decided to take Mr Mookie. He has only been out on the trail maybe 5 or 6 times before. So this would be part of his training.

During training sessions with Mookie, sometimes he'll get a little fresh at first. Not because he's malicious but because he's only 4 and he's not in a giant pasture zooming around all week. So he releases some energy in the round pen first. Before we set out on the New Trail, Bill started him around the round pen.

Bill put Mookie through some of a few other paces too. He was not interested in this water crossing. Lilly was called in to set the example (as she often is) but she was so aggressive toward dear little Mookie that I believe it put him in a nervous mood. The subsequent trail ride was far from perfect. Both horses did not want to move forward along the new trail. Lilly pinned her ears and tossed her head around at Mookie like a really mean lady. There was much hemming and hawing and head tossing. The mud by the creek was so deep Mookie got trapped in it and fell over. No one was hurt. BUT, after all this drama and then seeing a hunter ride by on his 4 wheeler, we decided to head home. Back in the ring Mookie was fine.

I hate to say it, but I think Lilly played a big role in the day's trail misadventure.

The next day the weather was crappy but I went over to ride anyway. I brought Lilly up to the barn and discovered this bloated tick on her and almost threw up. I didn't even want to touch it. It was so huge it's own little legs had been absorbed. Very. Vile.

I decided to re-conquer the New Trail after yesterday's mishap. So we returned to the scene of the muddy crime. Here we are. OK, so as usual, the photograph does not tell the whole story. This picture make this area look totally innocuous!!  Suffice it to say that there is more here than meets the eye!

Lilly is absolutely not allowed to jump across the creek. Any creek. She must walk across, one hoof at a time. I could tell she was thinking about jumping. And I know why: the bank is not beachy; it kind of drops off into the water. Still, no jumping! In the end, she mosied across just fine. What a good brumby. I gave her a carrot nibble for that.

This new trail is far from the open wide snowmobile trails that we are often on. Lilly wanted to stop and peer around all over.

 I may have mentioned that after the New Trail is over, it meets up with the regular trail. And you can take that trail just about anywhere. But one circuit of trails that I have not really explored before are right on Bill's land just past the New Trail. I decided to try and check them out.

 Hmmm, this behavior is certainly nothing new!

 Here's a little meditation shack belonging to the guy whose land is adjacent to Bill's. I'll call the Meditation Trail for now.

Here's my brumby about to pass under some Tibetan prayer flags by the meditation shack.

This little network of trails is so awesome! The good news about them is that even if you don't mark your path, there is no real way to get lost because one circuit   will always run into another, and also because it is so close to the pasture. The bad news is that because it really is so close to home, Lilly was forever trying to head back there. She knew we were a hop skip and jump from her hay pile and her horse buddies. Even though it looked and felt like we were far away in a magical land.

 I took this photo only to show how bobble-head-like I look in this helmet! I had to use it instead of my usual one because I had a hat on under it and needed this bigger size for the hat to fit. But it was so huge and bobbley that I looked ridiculous!  What's worse is that the helmet pressed the seam on the hat into my forehead so later it looked like I had a lobotomy scar on my face. Thank goodness the Equine Affaire is coming up so I can get a helmet that can accommodate winter gear without looking so silly. Because people were really staring at me in the grocery store.

As an aside I will add that my husband thinks anyone who rides horses has already had a lobotomy.

Dinnertime! Look how my brumby is throwing her head around at Pokey for simply walking by!

 UH OH! Looks like Sophie is bossing my brumby around again! A little pony!!!!

Ahhh, now that's better. All's well that ends well.

Parting shot:

Cinderella pumpkins in honor of Lilly's Cinderella feet!!!!


lmel said...

You are hysterical--a scar from a lobotomy! I was in stitches reading that!
Yup, the ticks are back with a vengeance. I treated out guys one last time with Equispot. That'll kill the little blood-sucking varmints.
The rain must have made the mud really bad for poor Mookie to fall over in it--yikes! I avoid deep boggy mud after my one attempt to cross and landing Harley belly deep in the muck. I can't believe he isn't afraid of the stuff after that exploit.
Your girl is so good for Bill when he's working on her feet--letting him do the work from a chair, no less. Harley, would you look at that? You might learn some manners!
We live for our weekends, don't we. I can't get to the barn fast enough!

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I like to ride.The only way to conquer fear on riding is to get back on and ride again. Take it slow though, there is no reason for you to go jumping or racing around barrels or whatever.

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