This morning I saddled up Scout and waited for our ride. While he was waiting it sprinkled a bit and he didn't like it. He looks a little perturbed here. But he also looks like he needs some conchos on his breastcollar
My sister and my niece picked us up and we headed out to McCroskey State Park. Here we are at the trailhead, looking at the old tavern.
Yes, I adorned my boy horse with daisies. He didn't mind. Look how pretty the cedar forest is. It was so cool and refreshing.
Scout was in the middle, back, and lead today. He did just fine in all three roles, although he does like to poke the butt of the hose ahead of him. I let him get away with it when Cowboy was in the lead because Cowboy doesn't care. But I shouldn't have done that because then I'd get complacent when Moose was ahead of us and Scout would almost get us in trouble. Moose doesn't want to be poked in the butt.
Scout says, "What's going on back there?"
Scout and Cowboy like to socialize (and try to eat each other's reins) when we stop for breaks.
Poor, tired Scout.
These pictures remind me of a Buck Brannaman program I watched recently. Pissed me off a bit, to be honest. He said if you leave your halter on under your bridle like some kind of pig farmer, he wouldn't speak to you. He also rudely made fun of people who hold their horses too close to their halter. Everyone has to start somewhere - there's no reason to make fun of people. And there is good enough reason to leave your halter on under your bridle if you tend to walk and ride (my hips get to hurting, and I enjoy a good hike almost as much as a good ride). I don't like leading my horse by the bit, and I like to be able to slip his bridle off and let him graze comfortably during our lunch break. If that makes me a pig farmer, so be it. I didn't really want Buck Brannaman to talk to me anyway. I don't know why people can't just be courteous to each other, even if they do know it all.
Back to my happy reality though - I have nothing at all to complain about today - we had a wonderful ride. Scout was a total gem and a joy to ride, even though we haven't ridden in about a month (which I'm almost ashamed to admit).
When we got home I hung out with them all for a little while.
I like to sit on the ground and visit with my horses. I'm lazy like that.
Here comes Bella:
Shiny, happy horsey looking 'round:
The boys, and on the other side of the fence, the pasture they'll get to graze next:
My super handsome fella: