|Snowy apple tree|
|Jack, a.k.a Mr. Intense (he had dropped a stick at Red's feet hoping he or I would throw it for him)|
Last Saturday (yep, bit behind on posting!) Gesa came over to ride with me. I went over to get Red before she came. We set off through the woods to the farm, only to be delayed by never-before-seen-horse-eating-monsters! Jack had come to greet us at the barn, and so the four of us (Red, me, Kelso, & Jack) set off down the straightaway (actually a former runway for small planes) to the woods.
Dave has been gathering firewood with the tractor, so we had a cleared path to follow. Red was happy & relaxed, having met me at the gate with a whinny, eager to do something. Merrily we ride along the path, me ducking snow-laden branches to avoid the icy slide of wetness down the back of my neck. All of a sudden, sheer panic! What is that? We must flee - NOW! Red spun & bolted, which he hasn't done in a very, very long time. Somehow I managed to stay on (thank you, sticky velcro suede bareback pad!) and get him to stop, reconsider his flight for the safety of the barn, and haltingly, nervously make our way back to confront the terrifying horse-eating monster on the trail.... The Tractor.
|Terrifying Tractor blocking our way|
|Kelso leading the way|
|Gesa and Red out in the hayfield|
|Gesa, Red, and Kelso on the trails across the road|
|Looping around the back pasture|