March has jokes

 My enthusiasm to ride has vanished again.

Instead of riding I've been working on teaching the baby horses to tie.  Great drama ensued.  I think many people take their horse standing tied for granted, it's probably the single most important thing you can teach a baby horse.  Tying and yielding.  

Perhaps the riding will resume soon?

Spring is near (but not near enough)

 

When you have your vet out to do shots and coggins and he says your horses have all wintered well, and you're not sure if it's a compliment

Weekends on the farm

 Last weekend the weather was in the 40s so we spent the entire day outside catching up on farm chores

I took my jacket off it felt so warm

The chickens were out and about in the grass begging for snacks

We fixed fence and found part of a flymask.  Ungrateful heathens.  

I burned boxes and sticks from the last high wind warning.  You have no idea how much stuff you'll set on fire until you own a farm.

The dog gave up on sleeping on the couch and died up against the barn wall.

We took the starter from the tractor and dropped it off in this box at a house down the road.  Legend has it a guy you never see repairs it then calls you.

Because the tractor was broken again I used my truck to drag my arena, redneck style.

What's in a lead rope?

The lead rope.  A tool that no horse person can do without.  A tool that every horse person probably has 45 of.  But what kind of lead rope do you use?

The cotton rope. A classic.  This one has a bull snap, which was made by people who hate other people.

 

The leather lead.  I have a few of these that I use for showing in hand.  I can't stand them for every day use they don't have a good grip on themI also prefer my chains to be detachable because I don't always need a chain and unless they are applied properly they can be dangerous (ever see a horse put a hoof through the loop?).

The nylon lead.  I prefer a nylon lead over a cotton lead.  I have no idea why.  I think because they are less bulky in the hand.

The Natural Horsemanship lead.  I talked shit about these for YEARS.  Who needed a special lead rope?   Then when I started being more aware of my horse's ground manners, when I needed to teach a horse to trailer load, when I needed something with enough weight to earn respect I found myself reaching for one.  The 10 foot length is perfect for having enough rope to handle a fresh horse, make one lunge around you, or to do all the natural horsemanship you feel like.  Yes, I even have the funny snap.  

Death, Glory, and being Mediocre.

 Hello!!!  Welcome!!  Anyone still out there?  No?  Ehhh...

Way back in 2019 I put away my blogging for what I thought was going to be forever.  The death of a friend had knocked me off kilter and I became consumed with WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THOUGHT.

That I was never going to be brave enough

That I didn't deserve my farm

That I needed to move up and stop stealing ribbons

That my successes weren't a big deal

That I had been taking weekly lessons for years and NEVER IMPROVED.

And I let that consume me.  I'd move forward a bit, have a success, then get stuck in my own self doubt and worry about what other people thought.  Yes I still did stuff, I still showed, I still had good rides and lots of fun, but I was always stuck in my mediocrity.  Hell, I even ended my blog because I thought nobody wanted to read a blog from a mediocre rider.

And you know what?  That's probably still true.  

But......how many other mediocre riders are out there, just like me, thinking they need to live up to expectations and standards set by other people?  Unhappy with their own lives based on the opinions and ideas of someone else?  

Last summer, at a horse trial competing in the level "amoeba" I started a catch phrase, based off a Youtube video of someone in Ireland jumping ENORMOUS hunt fences.  They screamed DEATH OR GLORY!!!!!!!!  

It gave me the giggles.  You only have two options.  Death...Or Glory.

So I shared it.  My fellow fat old ladies riding saintly horses over cross rails competitors loved it!  We screamed DEATH OR GLORY!!!!!  to each other as we slowly and carefully trotted around our crossrails.  We had a blast.  We stole those ribbons right from those little children.

Yet people still tried to steal our joy.  Kind of ridiculous isn't it?  Bunch of grown ups screaming death or glory over crossrails?  Did we expect to die?  Were we really that unsafe?

And so I kind of squished down my death or glory cry and made sure I didn't displease others.  

Then, a solid year later a dear friend scribbled it on the inside of my birthday card.  Explained how it made the entire show for them.  I had made an impact.  Mediocre me.  That was the start.

Then, on my actual birthday I went and I looked at a horse.  A big bay snorty one I have no use for but on my way there, Jesus Christ did I want to call my dear dead friend.  To discuss it's bloodlines.  To talk about it's future.  To hear how encouraging she would have been with an entirely irrational choice.   And so I bought the horse.  Because it made me think of my friend, because it made me think of the person I used to want to be, because we can be happy in our mediocrity.