I was going to tell you about all our adventures in the last blog post, but it seemed too long. So I broke it into two posts.
I’ve been feeling a lot more confident in Joy’s ability to handle new things this year. I’ve been trying to take her out on the trails by herself more often.
We’ve finally conquered walking past the poop bog. That used to send us careening backward at full speed into ditches and trees. Now she simply gives it the stink eye while nervously walking past.
Yesterday we wandered out to the other side of the field to check out a freshly mowed path. Joy walked on a fairly loose rein the entire time.
We were on our way back when the branch laying in the path ahead of us started slithering away.
I’m terrible with identifying snakes. My default is avoidance whenever possible.
I halted Joy with the intent that we’d wait until the snake moved off the path. I don’t think she even saw the snake. Some leaf way ahead of us was beyond scary though, and she was certain we needed to flee immediately.
A couple of tense moments. Snake was finally off the path. Joy and I continued down the path and it was as if nothing had happened.
I got back to the barn and started cleaning stalls. I was sweeping up some loose hay in the corner when a small critter the size of a mouse scooted away and buried itself under some other hay. I figured Id shoo it out of the stall. I moved the pile and this massive spider ran out and stopped next to the stall wall staring at me.
I go into attack mode!
“No spider will allowed to live in my pony’s stall!! ”
I stabbed it with the bristols of the broom as hard as I can.
I lift the broom, expecting to see a wounded or dead spider, but the dang thing had grabbed on to the bristols and was valiantly crawling his way up towards me.
We lock eyes…
I see I’m out matched, so I hurl broom with spider out of the stall door and into the pasture.
I needed the broom still…