Sunshine on Fat Red Draft Butts

Prins and Emilie slacking off in the paddock.

We had to move Emilie out from the main paddock after she was kicked on the shoulder, resulting in lameness. Fortunately, a smaller paddock is available, and as an added bonus it’s entirely flat. This is good for a sore shoulder! She gets little old Prins the white Shetland for company, and that seems to suit them both just fine.

Emilie grazing.

There’s not a lot of grass on their little paddock so when the sun is out, we turn both of them out in the area around the outdoors arena. The clover there is quite decent, and they both rather enjoy it.

Prins and Emilie grazing.

Pony Sez #25

I can’t stress this one enough. I don’t do events or competitions or any other kinds of shows or meets. I never take my horse further from the barn than she can walk. I ended up having to drive two horses to a veterinary hospital in January all the same. Fortunately, both loaded easy. A medical emergency is not the time to start float training.

Oh, and look, we made it to the first mark: 25 cartoons!

Girrrrrrl Power!

What is it with little girls and horses? What is it about a small herd of little girls and a big, red draft horse that melts one’s heart? These kidlets sat on Emilie in droves, braided her forelock several times, and fed her all sorts of goodies. Emilie approved, particularly of the last part.

Wasn’t the best light outdoors for a photo-shoot but if the sun won’t shine, the grins of those girls will.

So Freaking Hot

The last couple of days have been hot and gorgeous and very hard work for poor Emilie. After-surgery holiday is definitely over. Fortunately for anyone who doesn’t want to play spot five differences with four hundred pictures of her on the Agility course, it’s very hard to shoot proper pictures in the indoors arena. But some of them are decent. Enjoy!

Hot. In fact, so hot that I have to braid her mane or she boils in her own body heat.
Lounge work is dullll. Running across poles with the treat person? Awesome.
And of course, there had to be hay breaks in the shade with best friend Ari.
Aced. Every. Obstacle.
Somebody really IS a good horse.

Finding Quiet and Recharging: Hay Meditations

There is no sound more soothing that that of a horse chewing its hay. A slow, rhythmic sound that implies an absence of stress, a freedom from concerns. It is a relaxing sound, so much that I have actually seen ‘hay chewing meditation’ advertised for city people who need to de-stress.
 
To me, it’s a way to recharge my mental batteries. My writing sessions are 4-8 hours long. They are often nocturnal, all depending on my husband’s rotating work shifts. I usually have a lot going on my head, with anxieties, occasional bouts of depression, poor health, and chronic pain to keep me busy. I need that time-out.
 
I like to sit next to Emilie as she chews her hay and watch her. There is so much going on in those dark brown and blue eyes. Her long lashes are two-coloured — red in the inner end of the eye and white in the other, a gradual change of colour.
 
Horses live in the present. While horses have formidable memory and rarely forget something once learned, they don’t have a lot of cognitive processes going on. They look to their immediate needs. Emilie wants sunshine on her big red butt, hay to chew on, and she enjoys human company. She likes people. I am okay company. She doesn’t think I’m another horse, but she does think I’m okay to hang out with.
 
When I sit with her, I forget everything else that’s taking up bandwidth in my head. Sunshine. Hay. Company. All that matters. It’s a bit like hitting the big reset button on one’s mind. Wiping the mental hard drive of clutter and corrupted bits. Washing the plate clean before filling it anew.
 
I come home, sleep like a rock, and next morning I am set to get right into writing because of the peace and quiet in my head that Emilie gave me the day before.