It was 70 degrees for the first time since October yesterday. I spent my workday like this:
And my after work time like this:
|This time of year, with this kind of sunlight, it's impossible to take a bad picture of this place. Even if it includes the manure area.|
FBR isn't usually out there on Tuesdays, but she knows I am, and she knows I'll give her a ride home since her house is on my drive home, so she asked if she could come out with me. I said sure, and that she could practice braiding while I cleaned my tack. Since it's warm, and tack cleaning sounded fun.
Side note: She's totally obsessed with braiding. Since I taught her two weeks ago, she's been watching YouTube videos about braiding and reading the book I gave her. I'm pretty sure she does braids in her sleep right now.
|Not only do both rings get dragged every day, they also drag this sacrifice paddock and the track to the pastures. Can't wait til there are leaves on these trees!|
I tacked up pretty fast since it's only light out until about 7 and I wanted to be outside. I'm not sure if it was the wind, the neighbors shooting guns or something else, but Connor was terrible. Very 'over it'. Lots of windblown-hair-hitting-ears head shaking. Finally I got what I thought was a decent canter, and from the rail I heard FBR say, "That was a really nice canter," so I ended there. Nothing productive was going to happen that night.
She had asked if she could cool him out again, but I think was intimidated by the trouble I had with him, and wasn't on him too long.