Last Night and the Night Before

I could not wait to get home Friday night. Tom and I had a cook out planned and we wanted to get started before sunset. I thought we might just walk down to the tank and sit on a blanket and eat a salad, but I should have known better. I saddled up Pony Boy and he was my couch for the evening, while the Gourmet Chef grilled bell peppers, zucchini, carrots and onions to compliment our jalapeño and cheddar cheese burgers. Pony Boy munched on hay and was content to hang out with us. We had a radio, but it was more fun to listen to the Cara Caras (Mexican eagles) and the Owls as it got later. Last night was even more fun and Tom had the whole day to plan our feast.We had corn on the cob, roasted on the fire, green beans on another grill, chicken and sausage on the 3rd one.

Spooky's first pony ride

Noche and Okie stayed home (their choice)and I was a little bit worried about bringing Spooky. I thought we might lose her when it got dark, but she stayed near us all night. She even went for a ride on Pony Boy. Sky was really good, too. She did a little exploring, but never wandered off to far.

Every day opens up new possibilities for fun that only could be realized by living out here with the solitude, open land and abundant wildlife. Just recently we have been excited to see several deer on our property for the first time ever. Last week, I started putting out corn so that they will appear on a predictable basis.There is a big buck and at least four doe in his harem. I can’t wait to see little Bambis in May. If I feed them enough, maybe they will hang out here more often and try some of Tom’s roasted corn on the cob! We took lots of photos that are posted here. Check out Just Saying to see some of the ranch recipes.

Back In The Saddle

Mourning is officially over, for everyone except Pony Boy. He usually just carts around little children and gets rewarded with buckets of carrots and sweet feed, but he was a good sport today. He even put up with lots of hugs and kisses.

nothing like that pony/puppy smell

nothing like that pony/puppy smell

His bridle was dusty and needed a little polishmy bridleI needed to walk over to the mounting block to climb on my 12 hand steed.

Double wide

Double wide

I thought it would be fun to round up the Longhorns, but changed my mind…..

git along little doggies

git along little doggies

After 14 years of smiling for the camera, our little pony has it down pat.

Smile for the camera!

Smile for the camera!

Fast Eddie the super tortoise wanted to join us on our trail ride.

Wanna come?

Wanna come?

We rode the fence-line and the weather could not have been more perfect.

Flower power

Flower power

Miss Piggy was content to hear all about it when we got back to the barn.

what did I miss?????

what did I miss?????

Everybody got extra treats to celebrate the awesome day……once again I feel like I am living the dream.

Pretty Ponies

sunrise-right

sunrise-leftpony-boy-runningThe ponies are running around this morning, the temperature just dropped and the air smells like rain………The pastures are so green and they are fat, but I just called them in for a little sweet feed before we go into the barn for grooming and pedicures

Dream Pony

This is a very early progress painting. Long way to go, but we have had this dream pony for 14 years so I know every little thing about him. I’m still working on the twinkle in his eye…

pony in the wildflowers-progress painting

pony in the wildflowers-progress painting

Co-Madres

 I painted this pastel based on three reference photos taken on the same day. That day we had a serious out of control wild fire. The horses and ponies were running around snorting and freaking out. I think mostly they sensed my fear as horses always are aware of. Their survival is based on their sense of smell and sight, but my guys know me and being as they are enclosed behind fences, they can only flee so far. They can tell by the way I walk across the pasture, if I am having a bad day (rare in this paradise) or if we are going for a long trail ride……I look happy carrying the saddle and bridle, but that doesn’t necessarily thrill them…..This day I was carrying my cell phone and calling 911 and the fire department….

I call this painting “Co-Madres”.

Body Talk

 

What did you say?

What did you say?

 

 

Horses just KNOW. The ears are a good indicator and an early warning signal to their buddies and enemies. My alpha mare may have delicate little Arabian ears, but she knows how to use them. My herd of ten thrive in their established pecking order. The head honcho always has the advantage in a pasture situation at feeding time. He/she will be first in line at the trough and last to leave. They earn that right by being the sharpest tools in the shed. My small 15 year old Welsh Mountain pony gelding is about as even as can be with my 27 year old  15 hand Arabian mare. They have a 100 acre pasture to establish their hierarchy and the others respect their space. In the horse world, at least the one that I observe 24/7, their are no miscommunications. There are no conversations like “Well, it’s probably the bridle that makes your nose look so big” or ” Sarita said that your mane looks like a smurf with a mohawk”. It’s just cut and dried with them. It’s basic survival skills with these guys. My food, my Mom, my barn and your poop smells. The sad part is that our own signals can upset a perfectly balanced herd environment. Whether or not they are kept in a 10×10 foot stall or blessed to be in horse heaven in a lush pasture, just seeing the way you carry the bucket as you sling the feed at them or maybe give a little jab with the pitch pork as you shovel the hay into the manger. They see it in your eyes and they know that you love them ….or you don’t. I have dear friends that are leaving their cherished pets behind and grieving before they say good bye, then there are those who dump them with others to care for them because they would rather not deal with them. It is not enough to have food and water, they need to know that they are loved by you. We have taught them to depend on us. Horses are just as aware of love and hate as a purring kitten or a cuddly puppy. To be continued…….

Crazy Sexy Baby Face

 

Crazy Sexy Baby Face

Crazy Sexy Baby Face

Beautiful grand daughter of Liddle Duke Of Hazzard……she has his crazy sexy face and solid perfect body with a feminine aura about her. we can’t wait for our first show along side Grand Dad….look out Pony World.

Daddy’s Little Helper

He might really be trying to taste Tom’s straw hat, but after living with this pony boy for the last 12years, we know that he is always more than willing to hand you a hammer or help you pull weeds, if need be. He is multi-talented and smart as a whip. Life would not be nearly as interesting without this equine treasure in our lives.