First, this post was started yesterday (Memorial Day), and I want to say thank you to all our service personnel who have fought and died to protect the rights and freedoms we so often take for granted. We owe them, and the loved ones they left behind a lot.
Yesterday, we had a family gathering, stuffed ourselves to the gills (and beyond), and then picked up Queen Estes from her summer quarters.
They settled in quietly after that; I guess they thought the carnival was over.
Bill in here. Right after I took the halter off Estes, Jesse took a kick at her and missed my face by inches. I have on two occasions "seen red" when I was angry. This was NOT one of those times, but I definitely was seeing...well, mauve. I'm not sure it would have been possible, but if I had caught her I would have tried to wring her neck. Just as well I ran out of gas...
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Fast forward to next day:
I was out doing morning feeding when the neighbor hollered over, "Wanna go for a short ride with us?"
"Would love to, but my guys haven't eaten yet. Thanks."
Then I looked at the crew, took a closer look at Estes and thought "a slow one hour would be a great way to check her out," so I grabbed brushes, located her headstall, the funky-looking turquoise bareback pad, and headed back to the corral.
We headed out a few minutes later, trailing behind Compass, a family of three, and one of the regular summer leases, making us 6th in line. Since these rides generally go much slower than our 'normal' riding speed, it was a super way to check out the little lady. She stretched out nicely and obviously enjoyed sauntering around the meadow. By the time we were on the way back, she had worked out all her arthritic kinks and was wanting to 'push' the poor new horse in front of us. The livery has several 'new-to-them' horses this year, so we will probably do more of these conditioning rides, to get them up-to-par for the season. It takes a lot to get horses used to this altitude and the tough trails, so they will be safe for 'anyone' to ride. By this time, Queen Estes had made some new rider friends (she's so cute; she's so delicate looking - but feisty) who could describe her to a T. It was a good start for the summer season.