Bart was exhausted after our ride this morning, but he was great fun while he was up and awake.
The butterflies were out in abundance, with sunny weather and low humidity.
The big excitement for today was installation of a new door out to the back porch. This project has been going on for almost a year, with various mistakes postponing installation. At last the day arrived, and Joe tore out the old, rotten door and the rot beneath it, fixed everything up, and presto, chango! A new door in the wall.
A hole in the wall Here comes the new door There goes the old door
While there was a hole in the wall, I took some pictures of birds, of course. The unobstructed view was great, and the weather was perfect.
A trio of cardinals Cardinal melee Cardinals and a blue jay A molting blue jay
I rode Oisin, who does not particularly like being by himself. When we were finished, I decided to walk through the woods to cool off. As luck would have it, we ran into a buck snort, which set Oisin off. I had to dismount and discipline him! Then, back to the ring for more riding. As Podhajsky advised us to remember in training horses, our mantra should be “It takes time, I have time”. Sometimes we have to spend more time than we planned, and today was one of those sessions. Once he felt humble, I returned to the woods, with success this time, despite having to walk between two deer, one running left of us, the other right.
The bad boy award goes to…
Finally, a pleasant, uneventful wander through the woods on Stone finished the day.
But the evening held more adventures. We broke our quarantine and ventured to Gerry’s 85th birthday dinner, a feast prepared by Betsey. Daughter Holly had driven from California, and son Gregg from Chicago, and we were the only guests. It was an honor and a fun time, with dinner outdoors on a lovely, cool August evening. Missouri has had some unusually nice summer weather this year, and this was perfect timing.
Lexie, Gerry and Betsey Gregg, Gerry and Holly Betsey
Stay safe, stay well.
Did not know the meaning “buck snort.” Now I do!
Here’s hoping he doesn’t spin or shoot sideways like his mom used to (she’s much less spooky in her old age). It’s impossible to sit.