Well, a few days after that conversation we went to Four Mile to trim the main herd of horses. I rode trusty Tiffany to bring the horses in to the pen. Even she got a bit fired up as the horses are feeling pretty darn outstanding and a bit of racing around just added to the general fun. But all good. When we got done the trimming and sorted off a few to go to work, I was holding on to Rea. If you are familiar with the blog, or our ranch, you'll probably remember Rea. She is a great big sorrel mare with heart of pure gold. She was mum's main steed for many years. I got married on her, rode her through both pregnancies, rode her packing my boys as babies, and now she carries my oldest son. And Ben is impatient for her to belong to him.
Well, beings Rea already had a halter on, I figured I might as well ride her. Knowing full well she is not afraid to duck her head in the spring and give you a go...... Which she gleefully did. Each time I started her into a lope, she got real tight, her ears nearly touching at the top, and we started hitting the ground much harder than necessary. She doesn't really buck, or I never would have a) chose her to chase horses bareback with a halter or b) have had a hope of staying on! I clamped my legs for all I was worth, wound one hand in her mane, and pulled her head around with the other. It's hard to sound threatening and serious with a huge grin on your face, but luckily she eventually leveled out. She was quite proud to prove she still 'had it' and I quite proud that I had stayed on the topside!
I scooted around the horses, heading them off from the meadow into the pasture and we loped through a bunch of water. Where the thought came from I'll never know, but I suddenly had the greatest urge to throw my arms up and fling my head back like Rose on the Titanic!
So tell me, do you think I miss the barn when calving is all over?