The Old Girls Crack Me Up

Those old mares crack me up. When I least expect it, those old mares know how to lift my spirits, even when I’m not really down in the dumps.

This morning I was out doing my normal morning chores in the dark. I threw hay over the fence for Rabbit and Mayhem. I am not sure if Babe heard me or not. I didn’t think I had made that much noise. I ended up climbing over the fence to take Rabbit’s blanket off (no leg straps so I’ve been readjusting and I think she’s getting tired of the adjustments). I tried to move the hay a little bit farther away from the fence. The wind blows and they end up losing half their meal.

The last few days I’ve thrown the hay along the fence line of the blind pen. There was a bunch that had blown threw and I figured it was a lost cause. I hadn’t seen the hay the night before or even this morning. I figured it had either blown away or been covered in snow.

As I was pulling Rabbit’s blanket and moving hay, Babe wandered over. There’s just enough of a gap between the blind pen shelter and the fence. I know both Babe and Thor have wandered over for some odd reason. While Babe was wandering up the little aisle, I told her good morning and her ears perked up.

That silly Babe wandered all the way to the corner and stood there looking for hay. So SHE’s been the one snitching the hay and making sure nothing goes to waste! For being completely blind, she can sure find the hay!

Now that the storm has passed, I decided I would let Queen and Flower out of the barn. Queen was more than ready to get out. Flower doesn’t really want to move so she wasn’t too thrilled. Any other horse and I would have to halter and lead them to their designated pen but not Flower and Queen. I dumped their beet pulp into dishes, opened the gate, and scurried out of the way with their breakfast in hand. Queen came rushing out of the barn for her morning meal. If Flower wasn’t lame, she would have beaten Queen to the beet pulp. Without a halter, lead rope, or even a piece of twine those two girls walked into their pen. Only those two girls would mind their manners so well and do what I ask without me even saying what needs to be done. I think we are on a “Respect Each Other” policy.

And then there’s Maverick. He pretty much told me that he’s been missing my interactions with him. I was climbing over the gate to start morning feeding and Maverick was right there in my way. I make sure to watch where I swing my leg with Maverick. But he stood his ground. I gave him a pat and he still wouldn’t move. So I took his head in my hands and gave him a great big hug. He stood there soaking up all the attention. He melted my heart tonight and now I feel guilty that I haven’t been doing much with him. I guess I know what I’ll be doing, having some Maverick Time.