I told Scooter it is not polite to stick his tongue out at others. But, he was annoyed with me, he smelled a strange horse on my coveralls.
The sorrel I rode on Tuesday was about as Spooky as chickens when the fox visits the hen house. This gelding jumped and started at so many imaginary ghosts, I nicknamed him “The Ghost Whisperer.” (TGW)
It did not help that it was about 33 degrees all day. I was like an icecube by the end of the day..no my fat *ss probably resembled an ice berg instead of a tiny ice cube now that I think about it.
It took all of my patience to not get frustrated. TGW most likely had not been ridden much out of a round pen, so he knows nothing about being ridden on the trail. I kept repeating that mantra to myself. Also, he had on brand new shoes and seemed a bit awkward at first.
We eventually fell into a good rhythm and about halfway finished with our fence markings, TGW started to get tired and that helped with his jumpiness.
Honestly, he is a good little horse, he just needs experienced. He has a soft mouth and listened to most of my leg cues. Not at all cranky acting. I had anticipated a bit of broncy behavior from him but TGW showed none of that, not once gave me the inkling he might buck.
The first time I took out the tape to mark the fence where it needed the wire tightened so a calf or small sized steer wouldnt slip through, TGW jumped backwards, snorting and wide eyed. I allowed him to check it out(we went thru this with the little notebook and pen I wrote down the fence markings on-I was afraid the tape might blow off or get removed somehow, so I covered my *ss by writing them down). TGW was not too impressed with any of it after a couple of loud sniffs but seemed to accept that the tape and strange stuff was going to be with us along for the day.
Suprisingly, TGW did not do much dancing around when I mounted and dismounted. By the time the day was over, he accepted me mounting from both sides without so much as a taking a step.
All in all it was a good day. Something about riding out in the wide open prairie made me feel like the only human on this planet. It was refreshing and calming (despite my spooky horse and the bone numbing cold).
It is not supposed to snow all winter in Oklahoma. I think I have woken up in the wrong state. I am going to check my address again.
Tuesday evening, I told my 13 yo to stack the rest of wood on the wood pile at the back yard fence because we do not need it up here close to the house. He only did 1/2 of it. He left to go check a gas compressor with hubby about dark. I asked son #1 this morning why he did not finish stacking the wood out back and he informed me his father told him he did not have to because he was going to have another fire in the fireplace again soon. Oh no he is NOT .