It’s been two full weeks of mostly standing in the paddock for my mare.
Of course, some hand walking and free lunging from me. But not enough.
Ahead, long weeks of nothing really for her, while my hand heals from surgery and physical therapy to start using it again.
You want a small miracle – horse whisked away for a while to a giant pasture with acres and acres of rolling hills. Hay on top of the winter grass. Plenty of trees. Friendly companionship. Safe fencing…
And how about some riding by an expert booty-kickin’-dressage-die-hard.?
It’s exactly what’s happening!
Valiosa got a ride all the way to Somerset, where I groom, and will be living in a large hilly pasture with two mares for a while.
Let’s ignore I’ll miss having her closer and can’t wait to have her home up the hill again. She’ll be on a Horse Version of Caribbean Cruise/with Boot Camp under the deck – all that matters.
Best birthday gift ever!
Picture-torture to follow from the new farm for sure.