Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Old Friend and New Friend
That's a 26 year old stallion, looking just as pleased as punch to be taking my daughter out for a brisk walk around the farm. (Yeah, OK, that's me barely holding on to a side rein as a safety measure. I guess this means I'm unmasked?)
He was so happy to be ridden, bobbing his head, swishing his tail, stopping at the gate at the entrance to the farm to bellow into the trees, "I'm Heeeerrrrre!"
Soon after this photo, I hopped on and took him for a spin around the side pasture. Round and agile like a bouncing rubber ball, he was. Picked up a canter with barely a nudge and we did a great serpentine all through the pasture. At the close of the serpentine, I felt the saddle leap and lurch--I hadn't tightened the girth after my daughter rode. Saddle went sideways, I went to the ground.
Stallion, being all mean and everything, stopped dead and just looked at me. "You OK?" he asked as he blew warm breath in my hair. I was fine. Felt stupid, but I was fine. After I tightened the girth and took him around again, he retired to his paddock for another round of stallion fights through the fence. "Nyah. Nyah."
I took an additional 350 pictures. When I get home I'll post some more. Maybe not all 350--lots of those are pics of horsie noses blowing sand up the lens--I have some great head shots of some truly lovely Arabians.