After hearing the forecast for the next two days (rain), I knew I'd better grab a horseback ride. Cliff and I took our walk, I played with Libby awhile, and then off I went. I'm afraid I wasn't very stylish in my Carhart coveralls and black stocking cap, but I was warm.
At one point I had to seek out a wooded area for a "pit stop"... no easy matter when a lady is wearing coveralls over her jeans. As we approached the spot I'd chosen, I said, "Blue, time for a pee."
I had just assumed the position when Blue decided he'd pee too! I guess you'd have had to be there, but it was so funny to me, as though he'd understood what I said.
I've spent over an hour with Libby today, all told, and she isn't nearly as touchy as she was yesterday. I got to thinking about her trip here: we don't have a horse trailor; we brought her home in a livestock trailor, which allows quite a bit of bumping and bruising, even if the animal is tied up. I'm betting she has some sore spots, and that's why she was touchy yesterday. She allowed me to handle a lot bigger area of her body today. I sing to her while I pet and brush her, because supposedly it's good for a horse to hear your voice. And I run out of conversation if I try to keep talking. Singing works out just fine. I believe Libby especially liked "Amazing Grace". (Just kidding, of course.) I led her around later and let her graze quite a bit.
The problem we had with Tude chasing her is a thing of the past. The horses got acquainted through the fence yesterday and last night, and when I let the big horses in the lot this morning, there was only a very little jostling for pecking order. Once we teach Libby about electric fences, she'll be able to run with the big guys.
Days don't come much better than this.