Saturday, January 31, 2009

Our New Facility (a tiny round pen)


Tiny but with a huge impact on how I can now manage my horses each evening.  Many nights just getting Red and Lyra, feeding them together, and cleaning up took so much time I had little left to ride.  Now I can put Lyra in the round pen and spend time with Red.  My original plan had been to have the horses trade off nights with one taking meals in the stall, then the other.  Lyra's extreme stall panic has so far kept that plan from working.  But now the round pen will serve the same purpose.  

Is Lyra happy?  Not even close. Check the photo series to get a feel for her distress. Is Red happy?  You know it! This means he doens't have to share mom so often with that brat Lyra.













Just Down the Road . . .

. . . in the "Fish Trap" Pasture, live Quincy, Ruby, and Amber.  Quincy is an old friend.  He used to run with Red in the General Pasture.  Unfortunately, Quincy is an air fern and in the spring becomes a horse of immense proportions.  His mom thought he'd stay trimmer living with these two lovely mares.  We miss Quincy and today I stopped to visit.  Visit with carrots.

Yo, Cherie!  Hmm, what's that yummy smell?  HEY, look at ME, not them!


(Imagine squooshy, muck sucking sounds.)  Come on, scooch on over here.  
Hmmmm, I smell em, bring those yummish carrots on to Quincy.  


PLEASE!


I SEE EM, can almost reach!


(Imagine crunchy sounds and lip smacking.)


Happy boy!  

I miss this greedy, mouthy, pushy, silly clown.  Used to spend many happy hours with this guy.  His mom adopted him and then her very damaged back restricted the time she can spend with her horses.  Oh Quincy!  It is SO good to see your greedy face!


Friday, January 30, 2009

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Skywatch Friday #28


Renovation in Progress, cont.


I wonder how many people in other countries
 will see this picture of my country's flag.
I wonder if they will view its tattered stripes, 
flying before the storm,
with as much conflicted feeling as I do tonight.  

Tonight, I pray that it will be possible to heal 
the devastation that has been wrought 
in the world over the last eight years.
For the last eight years, I would never have posted
the flag of my country here, or raised it from any pole.
I have been so horrifed by the actions of
the regime that that tried to strip away
the compassion, passion for life, and regard for liberty
that sometimes sings in the heart of my country.

Tonight I see this tattered flag and truly, I see Hope.
And my personal hope is that our new president
Barack Hussein Obama
will successfully reweave the very threads of our country
and repair the broken bonds within and without our borders.
May he be, on the domestic front and on the global front, a community builder.
May he hold true to these words from his January 21st innaugral address:

 What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more. 

And I hope there will come a time 
 people will think, when they see this flag, 
of my country and my people, in all their wondrous diversity,
as partners in the effort to live in peace upon this planet.

-Cherie







Monday, January 19, 2009

Goodnight Bush


Finally, it is over.  

Good bye Imperial Presidency.
So long politics of hate and fear.
See ya later corporate free ride.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Seven Year Old Tarak McLain: This I Believe


Every once in awhile something stops me in my tracks, filling my heart with hope and delight.  I just heard the "This I Believe" segment of NPR featuring the beliefs of seven year old Tarack McLain.  He wrote them for a "100 Days" activity when he was six years old.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

"This I Believe" 

by Tarack McLain

 I believe life is good.

I believe God is in everything.

I believe we're all equal.

I believe we can help people.

I believe everyone is weird in their own way.

I believe hate is a cause for love.

I believe that when I meditate I feel peaceful.

I believe we should be generous.

I believe brothers and sisters should be kind to each other.

I believe kids should respect their parents.

I believe I should not whine.

I believe people should wake up early.

I believe people should go outside more.

I believe in nature.

I believe people should use less trees.

I believe we should help the Arctic and rainforest animals.

I believe people shouldn't throw litter on the ground.

I believe people should not smoke.

I believe God is in good and bad.

I believe in magic.

I believe people should not give up.

I believe love is everywhere.

I believe that God helps us to have a good time.

I believe we live best in a community.

I believe we can protect people in danger.

I believe we should help the poor.

I believe it's OK to die but not to kill.

I believe war should not have started.

I believe war should stop.

I believe we can make peace




Thursday, January 15, 2009

Sunday, January 11, 2009

It was a Wild Wolf Moon . . .




. . . that shone over the general pasture,
illuminating the fields so intensely
I needed no other light.





Jerico was waiting to come inside.


And of course, I can't take another horse without taking Red.




Just as we walked up the drive and entered the barn . . . 


. . . the valley burst into the wild song of at least five different packs - the coyotes 
of Freshwater Valley were greeting their own as the Wolf Moon rose higher in the sky.

If There is Such a Thing as a Perfect Day . . .







 . . .  I think I lived it yesterday.  From early morning when I got to take care of Jerico, my friend Laura's horse, all the way until late at night under the burning Wolf Moon - a beautiful, perfect day. The barn was full of streaming light, a day of sun after weeks of rain!




















Morning crunchies for Jerico and Red.


(Hey, MY mom, MY treats!)


Jerico goes to get a drink and find his girlfriend.


Red, I have to go find Lyra, I'll be right back. 
(You're kidding me, right?  What do you have to get that BRAT for?  I'm right here.)


(Fine then, I'll just go wait for you over here.)


(Waiting. Sigh.)


(Hmmmm, while I"m waiting it wouldn't hurt to  just take a little sniff 
and see who was the last one to visit the stud muffin pile.)


(WHAT is taking you SO long?)


(Hmmmmph, guess I've got to come help you.)


(Ready yet?)


(Listen carefully.)


(The barn is in this direction, so can we go already!)



Thursday, January 8, 2009