Horses – April 14

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As we have hit a rough patch in the uneven journey to recovery, I am going to share some horse pictures (and a couple of birds) from earlier this month. We had some rain (and already need more). Fred came to put front shoes on the horses, after a winter roughed off and barefoot.

The north pasture was so wet, the horses were like Camargue horses in a marsh… The joys of Spring inspired a romp.

There was a race up the hill. Seeing horses spontaneously race each other proves that they are not forced to race. Unfortunately, there are sometimes catastrophic accidents, and there are some despicable people attracted to racing, so horse racing is facing some challenges as a sport. But here, in that wet pasture, there was only fun.

Once they reached the paddocks, there was some dramatic play fighting.

Afterwards, Bart had a nice long drink, and looked askance at the camera. Peace returned to the happy herd.

The first word I said was “hoss”, according to my mother. I have always loved horses, and have been incredibly lucky to spend my life around these magical creatures. And I met and married Harry, thanks to horses. We have had many pass through our lives, and this small herd will be the last in the procession. What a thrill and a privilege this ride has been! There have been many heartbreaks, too, of course, but the joy balances the tears.

Fred’s return was fun, as always. The horses are much more comfortable with front shoes, as fly season and stomping approaches. Harry came out to the barn to visit with Fred, who is always full of fun, alongside his skillful work.