Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Can you tell when your horse is happy? I can see it in Silk’s eyes. She gets a certain look that lets me know that all is right in her world. Yesterday, it wasn’t. Today, she has a relaxed softness that says it’s a good day.
I’m doing the chores that I don’t like to do. I’ve dumped and scrubbed all the water buckets and re-filled them. I’ve cleaned up the area where I store the hay. I’ve picked up all the branches that fell during the winds yesterday. I’m trying to not get annoyed by the raucous baby birds who are pooping all over the feeder in Silk’s stall while their mama dives at me in attack mode.
Now I’m going to take a moment to sit in the Adirondack chair that I’ve put under the hickory tree. It’s time to just do nothing for a few minutes but watch my horses eat grass. I might even bring a glass of iced tea with me.
P.S. My angel dog, Pepper, who is 13 years old, rests right by my side, as always.