Okay, so I’m trying to get back in the saddle here. Found myself with only my phone to shoot with. It was Work Yourself to Death Out in The Sun day. I put up the rest of our fencing. Took down the horse jail and reamed it out (a winter’s worth of – rich material). We got the tractor running (we, meaning G), dropped the tines on the box scraper and plowed up the after-winter almost packed into cement surface of the arena. Then we irrigated for the first time this year – only a month and a half later than usual – which means we had to check all the gates for about a mile, turn on the water, and wait to see if the whole thing worked. Which it did.
Scoots, helping with the tractor business.
While I was waiting for the water, I succumbed to Earthboy’s J’s teasing and decided to fluff up my rowdy equine crew. J was gently objecting to the several layers of fairy knots in certain people’s manes – so bad, it was like undoing the Gordian Knot. But I had a few hours to kill and decided to make it a horse day. Here, I show off the results: silky, knotless manes and tails.
Hickory, examining what is a rarely used tool around here – a rubber coat brush. Note the conditioner on the rail – I had to use it to unglue the knot. I call them fairy knots – what they really are is wind-tied knots in the fine hair of the mane. They’re amazing. The wind braids the locks, twisting them together like you’d do with your fingers, then braids and twists the braids together, sometimes looping them over and through. Very complex. Dustin still has his. Just one big clump on him and one big clump on Hickory. The rest of the mane was simply unbrushed.
But here is the result. A little proportion odd, but a lovely young horse, eh? He has a beautiful soft eye.
Zion wouldn’t let me shoot his mane. He insisted on frisking me for treats and when I wouldn’t pay up, he got huffy and went to see if G had any. You will note, I hope, the jazzy, swishy, completely brushed flow of the tail.
And that’s all we’re going to get to see.
There. Only a day late and a couple of bucks short.
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