I know, I know.... it's been while.... I've had technology issues (I'm sure you all understand what that's like)... the PC and the camera were both giving me problems. So here I am.
Our new baby girl has been staying the Bowman Horse Resort, which is owned and operated by our good friends Frank and Elaine Bowman (you can see their pix in earlier posts). Their ranch is about 16 miles from Rapid City, where a I work, and about 34 miles from our home. It was a wonderful facility to keep her at with the benefits of Frank's care, his availability to help with problems or struggle she and I had while learning, and a round pen - something that is instrumental in training. The only down side was the distance between she and me. So I found a pasture right around the corner from our home. The goal is to see her more often and work with her more. Frank graciously trailered Lacy to her new pasture on August 23rd. It was bitter sweet for me. I will dearly miss the regular training and help that Frank gave us.
Well, it's been a little over a week and she has adapted to her new pasture, new herd, and the change pretty well. The first day of catching her was a little exciting, not because she wouldn't let me catch her but because my "idea" for an easy catch, sort of backfired on me. You see, I thought if I went out and shook a food bucket, got her attention, she'd want the food and come to me. So, out I went, Sweet Feed in hand (a horses favorite snack), and when I saw her, up went the tupperware and "a rattling" I went. Not only did my sweet horse lift her head, look at me, and start coming my way, but 16 head of cattle, a Bull, and 4 other horse, headed my way, and I'm sure they were all thinking "Well it's about time they brought us out some real food!" I slowly, and dejectedly lower my little food noise maker and tell myself, "Do not freak out, do not freak out", about then they cattle started trotting toward me, as did the horses.... "Don't freak, don't freak - bad idea, live and learn, I'm gonna die....." Well, I didn't move and I didn't die. Once the herd reached me they gathered around waiting while I quickly haltered my horse and led her away to the barn, all of them in tow until they figured out that they weren't getting any chow. That was the first and last time the food catch idea was used. Now I just go out, get a bunch of looks from a bunch of uninterested livestock and put her halter on.
I've pretty much been out there daily since her move with the exception of the last 2 days, as mom, dad, Jen, Richard, and David have been visiting. She is a great little horse. Our biggest challenges have been the Alpha Mare of the herd trying to get Lacy to not listen to me, then the ol' Alpha trying to intimidate me by trying to interrupt our training sessions, and then there is my butt. Just 3 days before we moved Lacy I was riding her, it was a windy day, and a large box in Frank's yard came to life as the wind blew the lid open and she was sure it was a "cougar", so she bolted to the left and my butt and I went flying to the right, landing fast and square on my right hip. The bruise was impressive, but we figured out that I pulled my butt/hip muscle as now that the swelling (well you know what I mean) has gone down, there is a nice dent in my backside and pain in my butt (sorry I couldn't resist). Well, now with her 24/7 field eating of hay, running wild with these other horses, she is full of energy and concerned about being away from the herd. She is a little high strung, so we are taking things slow. I've ridden her but only in the back pasture as we're both getting used to the new surroundings. So, pretty much every day, we go out and play but it's clear that we both miss the familiarity and comfort of Frank and Elaine's ranch. Hopefully in the near future we can leave the pasture for a ride in the hills. Can you tell that patience isn't a virtue I've mastered? Frank always use to tell me that Rome wasn't built in a day, so I'm doing my best to take baby-steps until the new digs feel like old digs.
