It has been a long cold winter, and I have been home alone with just my human family forcompany. My name is Bella. I am three years old now, and my lessons were put on hold over the brutal winter months. I spent most of my time in the front paddock where I futilely dug through snow drifts looking for some grass to munch.
Spring finally arrived, WHOOPY! Grass started to sprout, but winter kept making comebacks. Anna returned home from her winter digs at the boarding stable on May first. I finally had some company. We were turned out together in the front paddock, and our human mom chased us around. We ran, bucked and had a good time pretending to be intimidated by the long whip that she waved at us. Then we were moved out to the back pasture where the grass was up to my ankles. My story should be all sunny and bright from here, right?
Not so fast, folks. Here is a bit of show and tell. I was sleeping when I felt water coming in my stall! It kept rising, and I was afraid that I would have to start hollering for a lifejacket. The water rose up to Anna’s knees. Since I’m a bit shorter, it was quickly reaching my tummy!
As soon as the water vacated the front paddock, our humans put us out while they worked on our flooded stalls. Once more Anna and I were restricted to the front paddock, it was the only one standing. This was what our work arena looked like for most of that day, and the other pastures too!
It is nearly 5 weeks since the scary water paid us a visit. Our barn is again clean and free of mud. Our humans first task was digging out my colt pen. It like all the side fences was buried under all kinds of strange, smelly, mud and debris. Take a look at the stuff on the fence.
We now have half of the back pasture and the side one open to us. The front is off limits, for now. I watched my humans sprinkle what looked like grain on the ground, a couple of weeks back. Now the front is getting real green, and I drool looking at it from my stall window.
Doc came home a couple of weeks ago, but my humans are into separating us so that my training can begin again. There is an update on the Backyard Horse fan page about my progress. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Backyard-Horse-Tales/190283981002767
I will leave you with a couple of more photos. This is me last summer running around my colt pen. Jackie, my human mom, says that I am a right handed horse. Whatever that means? She is determined that I should be equally skilled to the left.
Check out my new look! Jackie gave me the cover photo for the Backyard Horse Tales Fan Page.
I’ll be back to visit with you, in a couple of weeks.
Bye for now.