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Of Intrigue and Infiltration

Each day as I leave the house, I am graced with a cacophony of pony sounds. Coffee has turned into the official barn greeter. Every morning I hear his slight nicker. This is followed by Dusty, who echoes his voice a little louder, and Melody, who whinnies. Eventually I even hear Braz’s hopeful neigh from inside the barn. It’s such a pleasant feeling to be so loved and needed. This early morning tradition might stem from the fact that I’m their meal ticket, but I like to believe the feelings are somewhat deeper.

I finished most of the chores early so I’d be prepared for my 12:30 lesson. We had some issues to discuss, as I learned yesterday that our “intrigues” had become public knowledge. (This adult student is a parent to two of my young students, and she’d been secretly taking horse lessons from me. Yesterday she finally told the girls what she’d been up to. In my brain, however, I use words like “infiltrated our network” to describe what happened. I might like my life simple, but there’s no excuse for allowing simple to equal boring. ) The adult is progressing nicely, and I feel she’s ready to branch out a little on her riding. Today we did Western instead of English. (I like to live on the edge.)

I was delighted to see two boarders here today. It wasn’t a pleasant day for the weather, so I was surprised anyone had ventured out. I needn’t be, though. I have excellent, dedicated horsewomen who board here. I think it helps that I advertise Firefly as preferring people who have an interest in natural horsemanship. (“Riders” only think of getting on the horse. Horsewomen think about what the horse thinks/feels/prefers.) I am pleased to share that both boarders who came today to visit played from the ground. That’s not to say I prefer people to stay off their horses–quite the contrary. I’m only saying that I am grateful they can see their horses as something more than a living go-kart. You don’t visit a go-kart unless you plan to ride. I’m grateful we have horsewomen instead of riders.

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To a “T”

   There was a light, pattering rain falling when I finished chores this morning. The horses were fed and in respective pastures–Senorita, Savannah, Melody, and Lexxi were in the driving area beyond the pastures; Coffee and Dusty were in the new pasture with all that delicious green grass, and Braz and Honey were in the RAMM fenced pasture. The kids were having a blast, just enjoying the crisp, pleasant air and the delicious buffet around them.

   I decided to pound in the rest of the T-posts for the new pasture. I set up the large, beautiful pasture, swapping out temporary T-posts with metal T-posts and ribbon wire fence. After that was complete, I put together a temporary T-post grazing area beyond the pasture with the shelter in it. I arranged the pasture so it’s easy to move part of the ribbon wire to allow the kids to graze in the new field.

   The girls have become increasingly easy to call in. I simply call to them, “Gi-irls!” and clap my hands a few times. They come running. The boys are a different story. I call to them, and usually Coffee will start to trot over until he sees that Dusty hasn’t moved an inch. Then Coffee looks between us as if to say, “Whaddo I do?” Sometimes he’ll go back to grazing, and other times he’ll trot right over to get grained. Often I’ll have to grab Dusty’s halter and put it on him before he’ll come in. I’m not annoyed by this behavior–I think it’s cute. Coffee is a Dusty-In-Training, and that’s a good thing.

  I’m silly, but I enjoy personifying the horses. Dusty, the wonderful, adorable boy, is Sean Connery. Tough as nails, stoic, and loved by all the ladies. Coffee is kind of a Jack Black guy. He’s so loveable, fun, and funny. He constantly makes me laugh with his silliness–he’d be a class clown if he were in school. Melody is the head cheerleader who has no self-confidence unless she has her posse with her. She’d be a “Mean Girl” in the movie. Honey is the gentle, sweet, sensitive girl who is always at the library, hiding because she’s not certain of what to do. I think of her as a Bella Swan type. Braz is the beauty queen, with her long, flowing mane. She’s on top of things, highly intelligent, and full of fire. She’s like a cross between Halle Berry (beauty) and Erin Brockovich (Intelligence.) Savannah is the girl who can do every sport and succeed. She won’t take nonsense from anyone, but is incredibly gentle and calm. You could think of her as Venus or Serena Williams. Lexxi is last but not least. Savannah is her new best buddy, so she’s coming out of her shell more and more. It appears Lexxi is becoming more of a “Yes” girl. She wants to be in the middle of things, but doesn’t want to be first. When I bring the girls in, she hesitates at the gate as if to say “After you.” She’ll be the first one at the gate, there’s no question about that, but then she isn’t sure what to do afterward. I see her as the girl who’s at the back of the classroom and always half-raises her hand–not certain if she has the acceptable answer, and not sure of herself enough to chance getting it wrong in front of everyone else. Odd as it may seem, I see her as Edmund from the Narnia books. He draws his confidence from his brothers and sisters, then eventually receives it from contact with the White Witch. Lexxi finally has a buddy she follows and can watch to see the right thing to do. If she were human, she could fall in with the wrong crowd–thank goodness she’s a horse. I can see how she could easily become a bully if she were friends with the wrong horse, though. She desperately wants to be loved and accepted. 

   The back pastures are now complete for the winter. I guess there’s nothing left to do except sit on a La-Z-Boy and watch soap operas, eating a plate of bon-bons while cocooned in a snuggie. (Now you know I have to be joking. Curse that ugly blanket with sleeves! I don’t own one and never will. Those are on-par with Croc shoes and adult onesies.) On Friday, we’re getting a small shipment from Texas–a ton of metal and wood to build a pre-fab shelter for the back pasture. Perhaps that will keep me busy for a little while.

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