Feeding Hay
In early spring, we had visitors, a first since the COVID-19 lockdown. My son and his family were here on the ‘farm’, and the 7-year-old grandson became my early morning helper each day to hay Coach and Skittles. It was chilly and we wore winter coats and boots and gloves. Sid would appear, ready to go out with me to take the hay from the barn to toss over the fence to the horses. I miss him and his help so much.
Coach and Flash
In mid-summer, my daughter and seven-year-old grandson visit and again I have help with chores. We put hay in bags and then toss the flakes over the fence together. The temperatures are in the 80’s and 90’s. We are sweating and the hay sticks to our arms and legs. In the late afternoon horses and people are hot and the flies surround us. Lawson enjoys meeting Coach up close. I miss my helper so much.
Coach and Montreal
It seems natural to write about the horses and ponies and there is a treasure chest of stories I can tell. I am not a great photographer of moving horses, but I will share some photos here.
Montreal
Montreal
Flash and Coach
Recently, after lunch at our home with friends, I offered the soon to be 9th grader to come with me and meet the horses. It was time to let them into the pasture. The boy smiled and nodded a ‘yes’ so we went out back.
Even after handling horses for years, I relive the thrill of closeness to a horse or pony and their quick change from still to running. I open the gate and the pony and mare come out, curious to see us, allowing some touch, until they turn and begin to run, portraying the beauty of a horse in motion.
Coach
Coach
Coach
Halters
Flash and Coach by Barn