"There ain't no rest for the wicked. Money don't grow on trees. I got bills to pay. I got mouths to feed. There ain't nothing in this world for free. I know I can't slow down. I can't hold back. You know I wished I could. There ain't no rest for the wicked. Until we close our eyes for good."
Words from one of my favorite songs by Cage The Elephant.
If ya haven't heard it, you should...It's On YouTube. Love that song. It's so apprapo for most of us.
Things are busy, busy around here, but I'm finally getting into a routine.
We all know how much our horses love having a 'routine'.
NINE head! I must have been smoking crack when I brought 4 more horses out here to take care of.
Naaawwww...It's working. And I only have a few more weeks and I'll be hauling Shooter, Beretta and Strawberry back to SD for the summer.
In the meantime, Miss Beretta has graduated to the pasture...
It's doing her good. Poor little girl needed some exercise. I've never kept a baby 'up' as long as I have Beretta and I now realize why people say babies go though 'a stage'. I'm so used to our babies growing up with lots of room to roam, the we have never really experienced 'that stage' with them. With 6-8 hours a day of turnout though, her little pot belly is coming off and she is learning how to travel in a straight line...
Surprisingly the best baby sitter I have is her big brother, Shooter...
Out of my adult horses the only two I thought might work as babysitters were Frosty...mostly because he was too fat to run much and I thought if Beretta took off in a mad dash, he would be a steady influence. However, he took a big dive at Shooter the other day and almost put him into the fence. His fat-butt is back in a pen. NO ONE gets away with doing that to one of my babies. Megan's little Strawberry horse is kind enough to put with the babies, but he is just as likely to take off in a mad dash as one of the kiddos. The thought of him leading the charge around the pasture at break-neck speed?...Yea, not a good thought. I don't know how that horse has not killed himself all these years as stupid as he acts sometimes.
So, I just spent a couple of days hand-walking Beretta around the pasture and letting her graze. Then I took her out, turned her loose and hand-walked Shooter and let him graze with her. Finally I turned them together and stayed out there with them. When the inevitable...'I'm free, I'm free' mad-dashes insued, I was there to be the steadying influence. Now these two get along famously and are loving their turn-out time.
It's been really good for Beretta. She has needed to start building some strength up and this way, she will be in good shape and used to being out when I haul her home for the summer. I am looking forward to getting these babies out of my hair.