8 Hooves, No Waiting

A blacksmith visit goes fast when you only need trims. Rodney stood like an old soldier. He’s always good – all my horses behave on the ground – but he’s usually intrigued by being outside the pasture. This time around, with this heat index, he was in touch with his inner school horse. Mathilda succeededContinue reading “8 Hooves, No Waiting”

Running On Empty

BEEP. BEEP. That’s the fill alarm on my idea tank. Halfway through the year (Thursday was post #183 [Zoo]) and over two months into mare care, I’m floundering. I’ve squeezed the subject of grazing down to dessicated stalks. In response to my pleas, a blogger friend suggested a horse hunt update. Sure thing. I’m allContinue reading “Running On Empty”

Two Forward, One Back.

This Ferdinand moment is Mathilda grazing on her own in a little temporary pen we roped off in the corner of the pasture. One step closer to letting her out on her own, which is one step closer to resuming what used to pass for my life. We dug up a hank of old uncharged,Continue reading “Two Forward, One Back.”