I'm terrible at it. So perhaps it's a good thing I've been left in charge of the farm this weekend while everyone is shining their silver at the State Fair. With still about 30 horses left behind and a pony with an eye infection, plus pasture dragging and arena mowing -- oh wait, skip that one, the mower wouldn't start. At any rate, better than fidgeting.
I don't want to do anything meaningful with Encore until Dr. Bob has a chance to set right what is sore. Solo is quite of out shape; we did a bit of walk/trot work the other day (see our FB feed) and he was fantastic, but it definitely woke up some long-slumbering muscles who now whine in protest.
So instead, tonight I rode out bareback into the sunset, Solo's familar sway beneath me and Encore's bright face at my knee as we ponied him through quarreling mockingbirds and the fat-rolling scramble of groundhogs in a perfect early fall evening. It was good to get them both moving slightly faster than a lazy pasture amble and good to be on a horse after tractors and pitchforks and grain scoops and hoses.
Only two more days, two more days....
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