Dawn finds me wrestling with sleepyness and bales of grass and alfalfa,
with 15 horses, stamping and snorting..demanding breakfast...NOW!!!
From a Welsh/Morgan mix, to a thoroughbred..they all feel they
should be first. Smokey nickers from his stall.."don't forget me"
..which I have on occasion, when the pastured horses demand my time
and attention, and I only recall that he has been overlooked when
I've locked the gate and drive by him to tie up the bales and leave.
I get a baleful stare even after tossing his grass flake to him, so I
have to make up by hand feeding him for a few moments, and rounding
up his 'toy', an orange highway cone.
The old ranch truck roars
to life and it's time to load the grass and alfalfa..
then up the road to the three pastures to feed and give the horses the once-over
for any bites, cuts or any other mischief these equines might have gotten into overnight.
"well now that you mention it, i did nick myself right about here
on that #@!! barbed wire!"
I may grumble and groan in the early morn' but getting out among the
hills, and the view of the ocean..the light dancing off the water, the
smell of eucalyptus and these beauties to greet me..softly blowing..
with my hand resting on a soft nose, I forget my complaints and enjoy
the breaking dawn with them.
come'n get it!! moseying... good morning titan
she bucks and roars early breakfast more lovin'
" you're gonna forget me again aren't ya? huh? Well?"
Will update with me in the saddle, ( or perhaps flying thru the Air)
so visit again!
decisions, decisions, do i need an arabian stallion?
am i crazy? do i need the additional work, time needed? somebody
stop me!!!! (addendum: crisis over, rode out the 'wants' and came to my senses)