Look, Up in the Sky!

OMG,
what's that blindingly
bright light?

Oh, wait, it's coming back to me now.

After almost 3 solid weeks of rain,
the sun is shining.
It's a crisp, cool day with an
expected high of about 70˚.

I was able to work on my horses
without crippling myself,
thanks to my back brace and Aleve.

Good thing.
I haven't picked their feet
since before all the rain.
This is the first time I've felt
physically able to do it.
They didn't look as bad as I thought.

I spent several hours grooming them.
Jaz got a fresh buzz and Pokey
got his bridle path freshened.
They are on daily wormer
but today they got their
semi-annual dose of Ivermectin.

I didn't ride today,
oh no no,
but I am off for the next 5 days
— pop the bubbly —
so there is hope on that front.

Cindi chilled while I worked on the Boyz.

So did that stinkin' rotten little dog,
as Mr. Fry calls Martha.

The Boyz were kind enough
not to drop and roll immediately.

I'm amazed at how fast and early
the Boyz fuzzed up this year.

Terrible pic of Pokey.
He looks fat,
but both horses
are at a perfect weight.

We didn't have our typical
Indian Summer either.
Temps have been quite fall-like,
which has allowed the winter rye grass
to come back already.

I live in the Red River Valley.
This is typical of the rocks.
Much of the soil is
also this color.

Are we keeping you awake, Marthie?