On Mud and Mares

I love winter days like yesterday when it is so pleasant outside that I can be in a hoodie and sweat pants to turn out horses.

Oh, but the mud.



(photo by welliefreak on Flickr)

Squishy, yucky, mucky.
Splashy, icy, icky.

Thank goodness for mud boots.

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My youngest took riding lessons yesterday on a sweet old gelding named Hershey.

Our mare Wixie, whom she usually rides, has been very unpredictable lately. High-strung, fearful, bucks, wants to run off on you. Is it that time of the month?

For our fourth horse, I told my husband we should only look at geldings. We women are too high-maintenance.