Lena's is March 8th and Calabar's is tomorrow. Yep. My horse was born on April Fool's day. He really should know how appropriate that actually is--oh wait, maybe he does. (Sorry, Lena, I'm way late on your birthday but you did get a Facebook post on the real day so I didn't totally neglect your beautiful spotty self.)
|Lena (and the perfect spot) and Steve, 2006|
Here are my thoughts from Horse Year One, after Lena Rey nearly died and we learned to barrel race.
|Steve and Lena turnin' for home|
|He is so handsome you can just ignore me.|
|Lena, Steve, Katie and Calabar--June, 2008|
|Bouncy Thoroughbred in the round pen|
But since it took me 43 years to actually break any bones and risk-taking was supremely limited in my life (at least physical risk-taking) until I got horses, I'm going to take the average here and figure it's come out pretty well for all of us so far. Besides, I love every minute of it--even the frustrating parts--and there is more on the horizon for us, too.
|Trail ride with ANOTHER OTTB! And we all survived! It was awesome.|
Trail rides. Cow work. A little dressage training. You name it, both horses are up for it. Because in their world, boredom is a whole lot worse than overcoming something new. Lena would probably even love the track, since she's never had that much room to run her whole life. Maybe as much as Calabar liked his introduction to cows.
|Howz your grass? Mine is tasty.|
We will likely never get to try Lena on the track, but Calabar has another chance with cows coming up this month. He did so great last time--going into the herd with me and fending cows off through the fence--that maybe we'll let him try pushing them on his own this time.
|Watching for evil cows.|
What started as simple fun with a talented, athletic spotty cow horse has--thanks to an opinionated OTTB--morphed into relationships with horses that have taught me to be a better horsewoman and a better person. Tonight, with the horrible rain pounding on the roof of the indoor arena, I was able to get my horse's attention and have a good ride. Tomorrow could be even better, or it could offer new lessons.
Whatever it offers, whatever appears through the next door we open, I hope that the birthdays this year are followed by many, many more for both horses.
Happy birthday to both my ponies--you give me gifts every day so there will be something special tomorrow, I promise.