Day before yesterday, my sister and her family delivered my most amazingest mare of all time. Apparently, the reports of a 15 minutes trailer load was replaced with an hour-long event, but eventually, my mare was loaded into the trailer and driven from Oklahoma to Bois D'Arc, MO, without further incident.
Once she arrived at Green's Acres, she settled in immediately. No worries, what-so-ever. All was good. Then, after several minutes of love and pets and lots and lots of sniffing, I released her into the pasture. It took several more minutes before the resident herd decided she was worth investigating.
The omega horse, a chestnut named Jewel, was first to approach and attempt to establish dominancy. Kadance, being a non-aggressive horse, allowed Jewel to huff and puff. The rest of the herd came galloping across the pasture and everyone participated in a game of chase. The dominant mare, Vegas, took charge and put Jewel in her place while the alpha gelding, Shooter, asserted himself. Then Willie discovered that Kadance was a mare and apparently coming into estrus. When some horse ran Kadance away from the herd, Willie was right by her side protecting her from the others. Where Kadance went, Willie followed with Shooter not too far away. By the time the horses were brought in for the night, a triad, Kadance, Willie and Shooter, had formed.
The next morning, Kadance had a visit from the ferrier. No worries. The trim was successful. After a repeated introductions to the fly mask and velcro, Kadance was release into the pasture without incident.
Later in the afternoon, I retrieved my most amazingest mare and put her through all seven Parelli games. She performed brilliantly and I couldn't have been happier. Not wanting to ask for too much on her first day at the new barn, I released her back into the pasture. And who was eagerly awaiting her return.....Willie! As soon as I opened the gate, he dropped his weenie and started huffing and puffing. No sooner than I had released her and closed they gate, he started rubbing his head and neck along her back and rump. She was not at all put off by his behavior. A few squeals of delight later, he mounted her and stuck that weenie right on in. She stood perfectly still for him. What a tramp I have!
I had been advised that Willie is a proud cut gelding, but I wanted to make certain that I wasn't going to end up with a second horse. I asked the barn owner/operator, Brenda, if we were sure Willie didn't have to goods to back up his claim.
She said she had seen the same actions earlier that day and called Willie's owner to verify that Big Willie's family gems were a distant memory. The overall consensus is that Willie is in fact truly sans gonads.
This morning's adventure with Kadance was a disappointing failure to load her into a two-horse straight load trailer in a timely manner. Not wanting to hold up everyone's scheduled trail ride, I opted to stay at the barn and play assorted games with my girl.
We had a pleasant morning grooming, playing Parelli games and riding around in the pasture. On the far side of the pasture, hidden behind tall trees and shrubs, the neighbor's place is home to chickens. The unseen source of clucking and squawking and subsequent calls for the dog to "come here" were confronted with ease.
Deciding to end my morning on a good and positive note, I praised my most amazingest mare and took her back to her pasture. No surprise....Willie was eagerly awaiting her return. The closer we got to the gate, the longer his weenie. Within seconds of her release and my exit, he started rubbing her body with his head.
As I returned to the barn, Kadance trotted off with Willie's nose right behind her.
