So...a little catching up is in order.
Yes, Megan finally moved out to Colorado! Yayyyy!!
It was just too much for my mom to have to run her back and forth to town. Megan wouldn't get her driving permit and My Honey and I finally said...ENOUGH! You need to be living with us until you graduate!
Meg has settled in with her usual ease and is pretty darn happy with the availability of some of the classes in this HS. She can take Equine Science, Equine Management and a variety of Animal Science classes. Some even count as college courses. Suddenly school doesn't seem half bad to her...did I mention that there very nearly as many kids in this high school than there is in the whole county of SD that we lived in? Yea! The high school has just under 1400 kids in just the 10-12 grades.
Did that bother Meg? Not after she saw all the cowboys! I kid you not. This area, for it's size still has a lot of ag orientation and these kids are pretty proud to wear their boots and hats. Meg is loving it. I know this may be hard to believe but although our small town in SD is nothing more than a ranching community...we have very few kids that act or dress like they are "rancher" types.
Speaking of kids that created too much work for my mom to handle...this ugly beast made the trip...
Shooter and Strawberry are buddy-buddy in the turnout...
And Yes, Shooter is just as tall as Strawberry...14.3HH. Ridiculous for a 17 month old colt!
Speaking of ridiculous...
Good lord! The BO was feeding Moon and Frosty like I was riding them hard these last few weeks and Frosty has ballooned up like a toad. Moon looks fantastic. He's not in the pics, because I don't trust that mean-ass around Shooter. So while Shooter is out galavanting around with the other two retards, Moon gets put in a stall.
This baby made the trip too...
Beretta is still unsure about this whole "people" thing. She want to be sweet, buuutttttt...she just hasn't quite relaxed yet. We are making progress. I can sit by her feed pan while she eats, clean her stall and move her around without it bothering her. I want to keep moving things along, so I can get a halter on her and get her out to the round pen for some sun and regular exercise, but she is her mother's daughter...or I guess I should say, she is her grandmother's daughter. That mare produced "hotter" get than any of our other mares and rushing them has never been productive. I thought it would be easy to slip in the stall with Beretta at mom's and pin her against the wall and slide a halter on her....yea, not so much. She's a little bigger than I realized and she is so gosh-dang quick. She can lay some serious cutting horse moves down...so I backed off.
I have a little plan to use Shooter to get Miss Beretta over her fear of being touched. Shooter was very kind to Beretta on the trip and she snuggled right up to him. So I am going to start taking Shooter in her stall and grooming him. Babies learn from watching and they really don't come much gentler than Shooter, so instead of Beretta's momma being the one to show her people are okie-dokie, I'm going to use her big brother.
Things are busy, busy around here...hopefully the routine falls into place quickly.
Good lord! The BO was feeding Moon and Frosty like I was riding them hard these last few weeks and Frosty has ballooned up like a toad. Moon looks fantastic. He's not in the pics, because I don't trust that mean-ass around Shooter. So while Shooter is out galavanting around with the other two retards, Moon gets put in a stall.
Beretta is still unsure about this whole "people" thing. She want to be sweet, buuutttttt...she just hasn't quite relaxed yet. We are making progress. I can sit by her feed pan while she eats, clean her stall and move her around without it bothering her. I want to keep moving things along, so I can get a halter on her and get her out to the round pen for some sun and regular exercise, but she is her mother's daughter...or I guess I should say, she is her grandmother's daughter. That mare produced "hotter" get than any of our other mares and rushing them has never been productive. I thought it would be easy to slip in the stall with Beretta at mom's and pin her against the wall and slide a halter on her....yea, not so much. She's a little bigger than I realized and she is so gosh-dang quick. She can lay some serious cutting horse moves down...so I backed off. 
