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.
Hee hee–most solutions are above my head also…mainly because I’m only slightly over 5 feet tall.
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