So, a pony walks into a bar…
For those who have been following these ramblings for a while, guessing Farm Girl’s number one wish is a bit of a gimmee.
Proof that she is not quiet about her desire to own her very own equine arrived last Sunday in the middle of a torrential downpour and, no, we’ve not gone and invested in some Homestead Horseflesh. Not yet, anyway. Instead, Horse-riding Instructor Clare, a lady who strongly believes the best way to gauge the intensity of the dream is to have one in your back paddock for a while, followed through on her
threat *ahem theory and Stitch has now been issued with his Union Homestead Visitor Visa.
The rest of us Homesteaders had little doubt that Farm Girl would rise to the challenge; this has now moved way past the whole “horsey phase” into a full-on passion and she’s not one to shy at a fence, so to speak. No, our doubts had more to do with the rest of us dealing with an animal brand we’d previously had nothing to do with save standing a respectful distance away observing her in-all-weather lessons.
We needn’t have worried; our input is definitely surplus to requirement, limited to chucking a slice of hay at him on evenings his minder is otherwise engaged.
He tolerates us; he adores Farm Girl. As for the Homestead equestrian, never have studies been so rapidly and accurately undertaken in order to free up I’m-just-popping-out-to-insert horsey term-Stitch time. That pony has a coat worthy of a pantene ad, you can’t find a carrot or apple for love nor money, and the two of them have surely jog/trot/cantered the equivalent of a marathon or two together.
Proving Clare’s theory absolutely, 100% correct. And, just quietly, hearing his voice added to the Morning Feeding Melee gives us all a warm glow…but not warm enough to splash out on a family set of matching jodhpurs anytime soon. The world’s just not ready for that.
12 thoughts on “Just a Little Hoarse”
What a perfect little way to start, love the wooly fluffy coat.
He’s a bit of a cutie…all the animals are sporting full-on winter coats right now. Its chilly!
Don’t mind me just swooning over here…Stitch is gorgeous, and I am super envious of Farm Girl. What a great pony to begin a long career with; My basically first pony was very like Stitch – bright bay, shaggy forelock, kind eye, pricked ears, happy temperament…but I think perhaps bigger; my Billy was about 14 hands. What do the goats think of having a pony in their midst – or does he have a space of his own?
He has his own patch but there are a lot of fenceline stare-offs especially when one is getting hay and the other suspects they’re in danger of missing out 😊 Apparently Stitch is about 13 hands. I have no idea…as far as I am concerned hes little enough to not intimidate me. In happy with that.
What a wonderful thing to have happened, good luck to all concerned including Stitch.
Life has a way of balancing out 😊
So pleased for you all.
This was very pleasing. It is great when a plan works out well.
You are so right!
Hi, Good on Farm Girl for being prepared to do the hard yards owning/caring for a horse requires.
Im pretty sure its no real hardship… more an act of love 😊
Nice blog 😊