I let the beast (Ava) out of her paddock for the first time in at least a week. She was quite, uh, buck-y about it. I don’t think she took a regular step for 5 minutes. Just bucked her way up and down the pasture.
She’s beautiful when she’s expressing herself, but sure makes me glad she’s not like that under saddle. Whew!
I hadn’t let her out because the footing was trecherous. Finally melted.
I broke Joy’s stall door. As a strong, independent woman, I delegated fixing it to hubby. Heh.
The nut that holds the door up on Joy’s stall fell off. I couldn’t find it.
I spent half an hour trying to find that darn nut. I was freaking out about not finding it.
Hubby found it sitting on top of the stall door.
As usual, the solution was above my head.