Winter has unleashed her fury. Six wet horses here; Lynn said they barely even acknowledged her at breakfast and just went to eating. Of course receiving grain now makes them less antsy and more likely to focus on finishing theirs before someone else tries to move them out.
Star's hair is growing in; it looks a little funny--the hair is fine and a little thin next to his super long winter hair. At least it's not white--I was teasing Shirley that maybe she'd have a paint horse. Buster's white back feet are now the same color as everyone else--mud. Lynn says Brady is getting shorter by the day, but I think it's because Ziggy is getting taller. Brady is still the most handsome and best boss; he lets anyone eat with him. In fact the other morning, Lynn said that the horses were so wet and miserable, they didn't want to break up out of their huddle for breakfast. Finally they got together in threes: Brady, Star, and Indy at one box and the orange young-in's at the other.
Lee took the four-wheeler up to get some wood and Ziggy came to hang out with him. He found his container of hoof medicine and helped himself to a couple day's worth. Jupiter is fat and sassy. It makes my day when he looks up at my voice or comes to me on his own. Of course it helps that occasionally I have carrots in my pocket for him. Yesterday, he came all the way to the top feeder and put his wet, muddy nose against mine. Lynn thinks he's taller, but I'm thinking he's longer--cadillac back. He should be smooth riding this spring (if I get to stay on that is!). And Indy is Indy. You know I love him.
Red Bluff and the Bull and Gelding Sale is next weekend and I am sad to miss it. Send me a picture of the bucking cowboy from Oregon and a picture of Chubb, the horse that doesn't know he's little. (: Have fun for me, too!
Lynn, instead of a helmet for me: look for a halter for Jupes. Black? Brown? Neon orange? Something no one else has and you think would look good on him. (Do you think we can adjust the neon green one to be large enough? We never take the time to fiddle with our tack and I haven't looked at it in awhile.)
