Moving Estes

Yep, today was the day chosen for moving GunDiva's horse, Estes.  It was really tough - a lot of work.  We had to haul the trailer over to the mountain area all four of our horses are currently 'grazing' (if you call digging in the snow for your daily allowance of food, grazing), which takes, oh say, 15 minutes.  There stand the horses, enjoying the sunshine, right by the fenceline.  You would have thought we had called ahead.  We manage to drag ourselves through the foot of snow on the embankment, crawl through the gate, and ...
"Wait, Estes.  Can you let me stand back up before you shove your head in your halter?"  You'd think she knew what was happening, as the other three head straight to the bale of hay we have brought to entertain them so we can get her through the silly wire gate.

She stands patiently with me by the side of the road while Bill manages to get the gate back together - it's pretty cobbled!  We wave at cars passing by, smiling like we know what we are doing until Bill can open the trailer door (too high for me to reach at the angle the trailer sat).  She loads like a pro and we are off to lower pastures.

Finally, a good shot through all the traffic!  Where are all these cars coming from?  It's early afternoon; they should be at school or work or something.

She has a lot of hair; even got a little sweaty on the half hour trip down the mountain - and she managed to stay in pretty good shape; not a lot of rib showing.  Boy, she did like her new pasture mates, which are friends from by-gone days.

Happy eating, Estes.
Bionic Cowgirl