Accomplished

Tuesday I got home from my stuffy office at work to find an absolutely brilliant day. I parked my car over by the barn (had a couple of bags of grain in the trunk) and as I walked towards the house I noticed something was...off.

The gate that seperates the girls from the boys was wide open.

My first thought was "Oh crap, Moose is probably hurt." My worries aren't that anyone will get bred, but that my girls are a little rough on the boys. To put it plainly, they're pretty darned bitchy. They're like an estrogen gang--they only want their guys around for making babies, and the rest are chew toys.

Literally--Fabian has bite marks on his butt to prove it.

So, I seperate the girls from the boys, especially since Moose is such a little boy. For those that don't know, Moose is still a stallion, but they don't reach breeding maturity until six months, so he's still pretty safe at his four-and-a-half months of age. Fabian is a gelding, meaning that babies will never be in his future--he had that equipment removed long ago.

Thankfully when I found the herd they were all getting along very well and Moose didn't have a scratch on him. However, on this perfect day, they were standing so perfectly well together, with perfect lighting...the only thing I was missing was a perfect camera. So, with my phone, I got these few pictures of my horses--all of them together, which was kind of nice.

Here is a shot I call "Eddie's Kids." I wish I had been able to take it with a real camera.

Bambi, Paula and Fabian. I think you can tell they are all half-siblings on some level, or is it just me? :) Eddie was a great sire.

Here's Fabian, Paula, and Bambi again, but the flies were bothering them.

Darned flies. Fabian is looking much better now days. He had me worried there for a while. He wasn't sick or anything but just not thriving. And I want my horses to thrive....

Now the whole group: Moose, Fabian, Paula and Bambi.

White, brown, white, brown....

Then the girls:

When's the food going to be here?

I got so much done Tuesday night. I worked with Moose a bit more, then I gave Fabian, Bambi, and Paula the works: trimmed their feet, dewormed them, groomed them all up and clipped their bridlepaths and faces. I was a little tired when all was said and done, but it was a good kind of tired. The accomplished-feeling sort of tired. That wonderful sort of feeling when you know that your horses are cared for at the highest level you can provide for them.


And that, my friends, is the best feeling on earth.