It’s raining today, and the prediction calls for heavy winds, with gusts up to 50 mph. The horses are hanging out together in Siete’s stall right now. I leave the front doors open, and they wander back and forth between the two sides of the barn throughout the day when the weather is bad. Siete plays in the puddles in the corral just like any kid, but her mama doesn’t like to get wet.
When we lived in Virginia, I hated rainy days because I worried about my horses. I was at work all day, and since I boarded them in a barn where the owner also was a vet tech at a local animal hospital, the horses either got turned out early in the morning to stay out all day or stayed in their stalls without their buddies. There was no shelter in the pasture, so if they were out in the rain, they got soaked, and the mud was terrible. I know horses are meant to live outdoors. Most people don’t bring them in just because it rains or snows. My girls survived, and it was especially good for young Siete to be part of a herd. And yes, I do pamper them now that they are at home with me. I know that Silk, who will be 20 years old soon, appreciates it.
I put down fresh shavings in the stalls last night because I had a feeling that it would be an “indoor day”. I just went out to give them some hay. Silk is lying down taking a nap, and Siete is standing right behind her mother, lightly resting her head on Silk’s back. If I were my horses, that’s where I’d want to be. I'm grateful that I am able to do this for them.