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Sometimes, a day at the stables just seems somehow charmed. These are the days of which horse people dream. Better than a championship horse show, these are the moments we cherish most.
This was such a day, filled with wonderful horsey happenings and firsts:
Try to imagine, in a single day . . .
5. Five horses standing politely for the farrier
4. Four horses working correctly and soundly
3. Three young horses leading politely into the barn
2. Two young horses loading uneventfully into a horse trailer for the first time
1. One young horse completing his first trail ride with confidence and pride
Four-Legged Favor
Occasionally, new frontiers
Astonish us, as grace appears.
Two colts with pluck
March into truck,
Displaying boldness without fears.
That afternoon, the racehorse shies,
As martingale slips o’er his eyes.
Out on the trail,
He starts to flail,
The stops, as we reorganize.
Such moments put us in our place,
As we experience pure grace.
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Having just enjoyed my fourth (Count 'em!) ride on my young colt, I cannot help but smile. At the risk of sounding trite, I have to say that it seems like yesterday I was foal-watching in the middle of the night with our mare. Then he arrived.
I never thought the day would come when I would actually sit in the saddle, proudly piloting my youngster around a riding arena. But it did.
Now this charming chestnut boy is three, and he is fabulous. Better still, he adores me. (Trust me on that one.) Ever since he hit the ground, he has followed me around the farm, generally eager to please. It’s as if he always wanted to grow up to be a super saddle horse.
To be honest, we were not sure what to expect from a half-Arabian, half-Warmblood colt. This little sporthorse is actually 75% hot-blooded, and he carries the Puritano Westfalen line on his dam's side. Still, he is good-natured and fairly level-headed . . . most of the time.
Oddly, I didn’t start riding until I was an adult. As a child, I did not have aspirations of equestrian abilities. When I was younger, I wanted to grow up to be a novelist. (Of course, a junior high social studies teacher urged me to pursue a law practice, because I enjoyed debating exercises in class. Imagine that.)
If I were one of the Seven Dwarfs, I guess I would be Happy right now, although some seasonal allergies may confuse the issue, making me seem more like Sneezy. And those decongestants can make me seem to channel Dopey at moments. A few more sleepless nights with clogged sinuses, and Grumpy may raise his angry head around here too.
Technically, the plural form is dwarves, but who am I to argue with Disney?
Back to horses: tell us your stories:
Have you ever ridden a young horse for the first time? Did you have a wild ride or a quiet one? Are you still riding this horse?
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