In which I haven't forgotten how to write about farm and horses
I've been writing a lot lately: working on the book proposal for Endurance 101, working on the annual Gift of Stories booklet, and writing a brand-new Skookum story, which I plan to post here on Christmas Eve.
I haven't been riding as much as usual because it's winter. It's cold, it's wet, blah blah blah. I've been riding once each week for the last month, usually in a lesson.
This week, though, I am determined to ride twice, so I saddled up Miss Fiddle this afternoon and took her for a ride down my own road. We haven't done this since last February.
|Up the road we go|
|What IS this thing?|
There are also neighborhood horses watching us walk down the road.
The Highland Cattle didn't even look up, although one was "mooing" in a kind of "snoring" kind of way. I don't think she was asleep, just sort of mumbling.
|The gate to the electrical tower trail|
In case you can't tell from the photo, the large bovine person in the center of the picture is not a cow, nor a calf. He is not a steer.
He is, rather, a 2,000+ pound BULL.
And he would really prefer that Fiddle and I not take a shortcut through his pasture.
He was exceptionally clear in his communication about this, and his "moo" sounded very similar to a boat horn. On a ferryboat. A ferryboat on steroids. On, like, a LOT of steroids.
We turned around.
Fee was tremendously steady in the face of this bull and his homely harem. She Doesn't Approve of cows, despite her admiration of cow-horses like Hudson.
Someday we will go learn some cow-moving skills. For today, the better part of discretion involved a simple manuever called "reverse thrusters full, turn the heck around and go home."
So we did.
All this amounted to only a 4-mile outing with my horse in the sunshine.
But hey: I went four miles in the sunshine with my mare. In December.
It's good enough.