Today’s tale involves my love affair with a horse. Yes, a horse.
Our neighbors went on vacation and asked me to take care of their horse while they were away. Prior to this, I had been going over to the barn and pasture every day with apples and carrots, showing this horse how much she is loved by me. Trust evolved between she and me. She’s still skittish at times and stubborn as all get out, because you see she is only 7 years old and she was a racing horse. She sustained a fractured ankle and the racing owners chose instead of putting her down, to rehabilitate her, then home her.
That is where my neighbor comes in. She has owned this beautiful and extremely smart horse since this past September. And in so doing, Karma and I have become best of friends.
Would you care to see the love on Karma’s face when she looks at me?
The light in the barn is very dim and it is so difficult to get clear pictures with my cell. Thus the “smoothing” effect you see here. Yet what is plain to see is the love written all over Karma’s face.
Since last Wednesday, I’ve been going over to feed her, dump out water from her drinking pail and fill it with fresh water, brush her, and muck out her stall. One day after I mucked out her stall, Karma all day long out in the pasture did not come back in and make any messes in her stall. She heard me groaning when I mucked that stall out, (true!) and took pity on me. She deliberately left her stall clean and did her business outdoors. Smart? You tell me!
Below is what I muck out every day …..
It may not look like much. Again due to poor lighting and the angle I took this picture from, that pile of balls does not look like much. Here, let me give you a better perspective how much this horse pees and poos.
This is called the shit slinger. For real. What is seen here is about 3 weeks worth of mucking.
The first day I couldn’t let Karma out due to foul weather, I asked out loud, “How does P. muck out your stall with you in it?” I swear Karma understood for immediately she very calmly walked out of her stall and into the barn. She was like a kid in a candy store. I grinned at her curiosity.
Looking directed at me thanking me.
Laughing for joy. See that mud under her right ear? Karma will not let me touch her there. Stinker!
Making sure she has enough hay.
And because I really have been brushing her, and even one day wiping her off of all the mud she insisted on rolling in, here is a picture of her showing how shiny she is. I’m even brushing out her tail. Yes, she lets me.
I’ve yet to be able to get the mud from off her rump. It’s on there!
Friends, this is a “working farm barn” so yes there is a lot of stuff. I don’t see all that stuff when I walk into that barn. All I see is Karma. She has completely stolen my heart. I was going to have Hubby come over with me to take pictures of me as I am slinging hay up into Karma’s hay chute (too bad he wasn’t there when I missed the chute ending up with hay all over me), or while mucking out Karma’s stall, or even brushing Karma, but, Karma doesn’t know Hubby and I didn’t want to stress her out. So you got pictures of the horse who has stolen my heart without assistance from Hubby.
Photography/ “Love Affair”/ Jan. 2020©AmyRose Photography
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