Monday, November 16, 2009

Whisper Is Here

11/15/2009
He loaded easily and traveled beautifully. Because we were uncertain whether our horse trailer would be tall enough he was hauled to the stable by Joan Steelhammer of Equine Outreach in her spacious 3 horse trailer. Thank you, Joan. You made it so much easier.
He exited the trailer, looked around, and whinnied. There is a school of thought that says a horse’s whinny is its identification. Thus, he announced himself.

The best part of todays adventure had to be the horses. They are so incredibly curious. From the time Whisper unloaded they were gathered at the fences – in one case craning her neck over a wall – to see the newcomer.


As we walked down the road to his pasture the other horses lined the fence to check him out and say hi. The one with her tail to us is Spice. She’s a bit miffed at me.

Once in the pasture he was busy taking everything in. He talked to the kids (yearlings and 3 year olds) in the next pasture and they crowded into a corner to get as close as possible. Actually this was just the 3 year olds. The yearlings were eating as much hay as they could while their elders were distracted.

I left hay in his shelter and we left him for awhile to survey his new environment. When we returned with dinner for all three horses he was at the fence waiting for his ‘dish. He had found the hay in the shelter and made short work of his grain/vitamins/alfalfa pellets aka dinner.

He is still pretty skittish however. His shelter has a window and he
wasn’t expecting anyone to be on the other side. He did the
prettiest rollback you’ve ever seen out into the pasture to get
away from the scary person. But his dish was still there and food
won out again. He was happily munching when we left him for
the night.

Tomorrow’s agenda includes doing some cleaning in his pasture, working on his ‘I don’t wanna be caught’ issues and getting him into the wash rack to hose down his still swollen knee. Oh and convincing poor Spice she’s still number one. I imagine she’ll figure that out when I throw a saddle on her.

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