Wednesday, August 18, 2010
It's so hard to imagine now that Danny was ever this small. That May Day is now just a sweet and cherished memory. It still touches my heart to watch the video of Danny's first day and to see the tender, loving way that Mousie would look at him, constantly checking him out from front hoof to back in the same way human mothers count every finger and toe. I told someone just yesterday, that she still looks at him that way....when he's asleep. Our farrier, Dale Collis, said during last week's visit that Danny was in his teenage stage now. I guess that means that he is occasionally stubborn and disagreeable as well as more than a little rambunctious but despite the fact that he can be a demon at times, he is also still so very, very sweet. Mouse might not always agree with me about that. Danny seems to think that I belong to him and that my sole purpose in life is serving the Dan Man. Last night, I was trying to give Mama some attention. It's been so long since I've been able to spend some one on one time with Mouse and pamper her. I'd tried brushing her earlier in the day but Danny had pushed between us and indicated that his back needed scratching. I thought that last night, Steve could keep Danny occupied while I groomed Mouse. So Steve started brushing Danny and I brushed Mousie which she thoroughly enjoyed. Neither horse was tied up or haltered. Usually, they don't have to be when the brushes come out. It might have been nice to have them tied last night though because Danny kept edging away from Steve and closer and closer to his mom and me. He eventually was right next to us and constantly trying to get my attention. Finally, he shoved his way between us and started leaping up and biting Mom's neck and withers. This was not an attempt to groom her but rather to drive her away and he accomplished his goal. With one last look back at me and the much loved brush, Mousie walked back out into the pasture. And Danny came back in and took her place in front of me, pointing with his nose to an itchy spot just like his mom does. I don't know if I should allow him to get by with this or not. He's getting far too use to getting his own way. I'm thinking of giving another try to turning them out with the other horses. I'm hoping that maybe the other boys will make Danny walk the line a bit more....but I doubt it.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Sorry that I've been so silent for the past few weeks. I haven't even gotten Danny's three month old photos taken yet and he's already half way to four. I need to try and do that so that you all can see how much he is growing and how much he has changed. Most of the baby hair is gone now and he is looking so handsome. Photos and lessons and just about all outdoor activities have been kept at a minimum for the last few weeks though because of this extreme heat wave we are experiencing in the Southeast. Last Thursday the heat index was at 98 degrees before daybreak. This morning, it is ONLY at 87....I guess we should be grateful for that. We just finished putting up our latest cutting of hay yesterday in this heat. I had the easy job of driving the tractor and sitting in an air conditioned cab. Poor Steve didn't fare so well since he was on the wagon behind the tractor and baler, stacking the heavy bales. We've had a terrible problem getting our hay to dry. The humidity is keeping it damp underneath while the hot sun bakes the top. It's always something. As for Danny, he's missing the attention that he was getting. He doesn't want me to leave when I do go over every morning and evening to make certain they have hay and water. Even Mouse seems to feel I haven't been giving them enough attention because she was wanting some time with me and the brush yesterday morning. Unfortunately, I only have two arms because Danny was wanting attention at the same time. Of course, my spoilt rotten baby ALWAYS wants attention, lol. The few times I have worked with him over the last two weeks, he's done really well on the rope both leading and tying. He is still impatient while standing tied to the fence but he doesn't throw a fit. Tapping him on the nose with the crop every time he bites the rope is breaking that habit. I don't hurt him but it does get the point across. Most days, we don't do lessons although I know we should. I usually try to spend some time brushing Danny and one day, I found him sound asleep so I sat down beside him. He woke a bit and reached his legs out to me like a puppy and then laid his head back down and went back to sleep. Mouse looked at me and then looked at him with that say, "he's so sweet," look that she use to give him when he was first born. I usually only see that look now when he is sleeping ;)