One of the great fringe benefits to having kids is you get to re-live a bit of your childhood and fill in a few gaps if you want. I’ve always been crazy about horses, ever since I was little. However, it just wasn’t in the cards for me to have a horse of my own. That being said, I loved every minute I got to spend with Rusty.
(see the little blonde kid in front? yup-me)
My Dad’s hunting partner Bert had an old pack horse. That was Rusty. They only took him on their hunting trips for a few weeks of the year, so he spent the spring and summer and most of the autumn, in the fields near our house.
When I was old enough I got to feed him, tether him (which I did poorly-just ask the neighbours who got their gardens eaten), make sure he had fresh water and all that good stuff. I love the smell of oats, straw, and the sweet spot of warm neck, right under the mane. I wouldn’t say I really know much about horses, except what I read in the 4 thousand books I took out of the library and what my Dad taught me (real old school cowboy stuff-not good). I read The Man Who Listens to Horses a few years ago and thought ‘its about time’.
DS and DD have a goal to learn to ride horses. Yipee. There is a teaching ranch pretty close to here so I will sign them up and try to get myself in too. Nothing like learning
things properly 40 years later eh?
I’ve met a lovely blogger who is quite the horsewoman and a lot of fun. Check out Patriotic Cowgirl when you get a chance. 🙂