Monday, March 23, 2009

Wonderful Weekend

You can't say I don't deserve it after last week's doozy. I hung out with horses and horse people. It doesn't get much better than that.

I did some work around the house Saturday, then headed up to Heather's. I ran a shedding blade over both woolly mammoths and picked Jaz's feet, then led them to graze. When I brought them in, Heather sat in a lawn chair in the aisle across from Hex, while I sat on the floor in a sunny corner of Poco's stall. There's a board missing in the shared wall of their stalls, so Jaz kept sticking his head through, playing with my hair. Poco was super sweet.

Hex, a very pregnant, very grumpy Clydesdale.

I had things to do here yesterday (Sunday), inside and out. I vacuumed and shook the rugs before Mike got home from work. I raked 6 large trash containers of leaves from inside the dog yard and took them to the woods, where I dumped them in bare places. I spread 50# of annual rye in the dog yard as well as the sacrifice area around the run-in shed, as far as it would take me around the front. Mike already ran the harrows and spread 50# out back last week, and there's still another 50# bag left. I took a couple Advils (oh yeah) and headed to the barn again. It was much like Saturday, except I learned that Poco doesn't like cross-ties (too bad, bubba), and we walked out to visit the herd.

Ash (Pelee's Ashes), Empress Black Velvet (Velvet), and Dove (Olympics Dove)

Crash (Little Red Corvette) doing his best imitation of a baby yak.


Heather's pride and joy: Dream
(An Olympic Dream — CFS Olympic Hope x H/W Dream Station)

Jaz is comfortable and enjoys his limited turnout. Heather picks his hooves at least twice, sometimes 3 times a day. It is so amazing to me how quickly his feet deteriorated. Jon (farrier) and I both were patting ourselves on the back 4 weeks ago when he was last trimmed, because they looked so good. Now he's got thrush, and his frogs remind me of old crumbly chunks of rubber. His left side is the worst, and his right hind looks the best of all of them, which isn't saying a whole lot right. I'm so glad I took him up there where he is kept dry and gets lots of attention. I bought a different hoof pick that has a curved blade and a beveled edge that is slightly sharp, but not as sharp as a real hoof knife, so I can't get into too much trouble. Jon will trim both Boyz Thursday.


I don't like that flashy thing, so kiss my spotted butt!

A tiny casualty from last weekend: While the shooting was going on, and I was trying to get the treatment boot on Jaz and the cops were coming down the driveway, I glanced down and saw a baby bunny, calmly munching a bite of greenery. It let me get quite close. It was old enough that it would survive if protected, but too young to be on its own. Needless to say, I couldn't stop what I was doing to help the poor little thing. Mike found it dead, likely from the rat poison under the shed. You can only do what you can do.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good Morning, Love those horsey pictures. They sure have their own personality's, just like people. Hope you put these in a book. Bev in Fl.

Cactus Jack Splash said...

Sounds like a wonderful weekend.

Esther Garvi said...

I can't believe all the things you got done! Congratulations!!
Crash is the cutest thing. Is he yours? Isolde and Kalahari are asking for a group play-date!

Leah Fry said...

No, Esther, Crash is not mine, although my friend offered to give him to me. It was so hard to say no!! We have to work very hard to make our land support two.

d2cmom said...

Leah,
I spent most of yesterday and this evening catching up on your blog. I live in Central Texas and got our first loaner horse 2 summers ago. I quickly bought my first horse. As a new owner/rider, I got took. Guess what he was a crazy App gelding. When we got him his name was Whiskey, we changed it to Tonto and were surprised by the name-typing. He was a lot like your App. Serious Appytude. Was ok with you riding if he got his way. If you were assertive, he did everything to get his own way. The difference is that he DID buck me off. My hubby doesn't make enough for me tempt death so we had to get rid of him. Instead, I got a QH/Arab cross mare. Still a good deal of 'tude, but not too much to handle, especially the more I ride her. Read my blog for my fun with Tonto and MY mare, Koda.

Kudos to you for riding with helmet. I always ride with a helmet and I have received serious ribbing for it. The cowboys around here think that it's wussy.

I really enjoyed your post about the "come-to-Jesus" meeting you had with Poco. I almost cried. I go to a cowboy church and sent that to my pastor and his wife. Made my hubby read it too.

I was just up in your neck of the woods last week in a little town called Springtown. My in-laws live there. Wish I had thought to read you before I went. I might would have tried to come trail ride with you. Always looking for riding buddies.

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