Must get going to work, will write more later dear followers!
Kelsey
I guess I really didn't realize how much I had missed being on the back of my horse until I sat on him tonight. Rusty is my gelding, he is blind. He lives in a large stall in the barn and gets to go out in the round pen for exercise. He is about 14 years old and I believe to be a Missouri Foxtrotter (which is what I guessed from photos and confirmation of Missouri Foxtrotters). We have special fencing to build him a pasture to go out in, Ramm Flex Fence that is 5.25 inches wide. I can't wait until it is up and I can let him out every day, he LOVES to be outside. I used to spend a lot of time with him. I even had taught him special vocal commands to help him when we would walk around. He is a very trusting horse and doesn't have a mean bone in his body. I have NEVER seen him kick or bite another horse or a person, it is just not in him to be nasty. He is easy to deworm and he is easy to give shots. His only vice is his feet, he doesn't like to pick up his feet, but who could blame him, if you stood up, closed your eyes and tried to pick up your feet, wouldn't you be a little off balance? You probably wouldn't like it either. I rode Rusty outside the two weeks before I found out I was pregnant with Big Sister... that was in October 2008. Tonight was the first night since then that I had been on his back. In all truth, being on his back is one of my most favorite places to be in the whole world. I like to lay out on his back, stretching my legs to his rump and stretching my arms around his chest, it feels like I am really hugging him that way. I like to think that Rusty and I have a special bond, he is mine and I am his to love. Now I'm not talking about a romantic love like the love I have for my husband or the motherly love I have for my baby, but a different sort of understood love that doesn't need anything else, it just is. I told him when I got pregnant to hang in there I would be back, he just had to wait for me. He did. I think he had a bout with depression, yes horses get depressed, but he hung in there for me. When I get on his back, I usually stand on a gate and he comes up next to the gate, if he doesn't want me on him he won't get close to the gate, he KNOWS when I'm up on a gate. He can't see with his eyes, but his hearing is extreme. His world revolves around his ears and his nose. I love to sit and watch him figure things out, we take sight for granted Well, he was a little upset at me for taking so long and turned his butt to me and wouldn't come to the gate. He was telling me that I shouldn't have waited so long and that he had missed me. I rubbed his rump for a while and sweet talked him and eventually he caved in and came up to the gate and stood for me to get on. I think I was drawn to him because growing up my grandparents had a blind horse that we rode as kids. She was just as sweet as my Rusty, her name was "Bea", Bea A Tear. She was a bay Quarter Horse, which as a dime a dozen. She was special. She would go where ever to ask even if you ran her into something she still took you where you asked, and I'm sad to say that I wasn't paying attention once and ran her into the ride of the barn. Luckily, it was only at a walk, but I still felt bad. I loved riding horses at Grandpa's house, it was like Heaven to me. I used to pray, asking God for a horse... little did I know that for every prayer I prayed for a horse God was going to answer them when I was older. My family takes in horses and rehabilitates them then adopts them... but for a while, they are mine. They become mine, just like my Project Pete, who was snoozing tonight when I went to feed him. He jumped up ready for his dinner though. But then after they don't need me any more they go to someone who needs them. It isn't always easy for me, sometimes I get attached more than I'd like to. Rusty actually left me for a brief time, he went out on a permanent foster and his foster mom would email me photos and how he was doing... I missed him terribly while he was gone. Well, when she had to move, she couldn't take him with her and I was SO happy, not that she couldn't take him with her but because he was coming back to me. I vowed that day that he would never leave me again, I was going to be selfish and keep him with me. I knew his foster mom's trailer well and when it came down the drive I felt such happiness and relief that tears just poured from my face. Rusty was home and we were together again. And tonight being on his back bought back all the memories I had of him and I and I missed that, I missed him.
Well, this morning was some what crazy. I went out to the barn around lunch time as normal to feed the crew. Well, my turkey was picking on the peacocks and wouldn't let them eat, so I decided she was big enough to be moved in with the other turkey and the ducks and geese. For some reason my turkeys are mental my Royal Palm Turkey was raised with two female African Geese and so, he thinks he is a goose. Well, you can't tell him he isn't one, he insists that the geese are his "women". Well I got this other turkey, I don't know what breed she is, but I had to take her, she came with the Peacocks that I wanted. So, now that she is big enough I figured it would be ok to move her. My Royal Palm would now have the right "woman" and my Peacocks will hopefully settle down some because the turkey was the one always making them flighty. So, I went into their pen and I was going to use a large blanket to toss on the turkey then pick it up. So I get her cornered and she flies over me, bummer... I had a blond moment and forgot that the door wasn't shut correctly, well the flock pushed the door open and out flies my Turkey, one of the Peacocks, and a Chicken. Oh NO! I have always been careful because I've been told that if your Peacocks get loose you can never catch them again. Well I was semi freaking out. My Peacock went outside the barn, but landed and stayed there... the Turkey perched in the barn and I was able to grab her by the legs and capture her. Phew... I moved her in with the Royal Palm and went back to get my Peacock. Now, this Peacock was raised from a baby and so far has not been outside. She ust kind of hung around, I tried herding her back to the barn, but she would get to the door and walk right past it and not go in. Well the Miniatures thought this thing was really interesting because I was following it around and proceeded to follow the Peacock around too trying to sniff her. Finally, I was able to get close enough to get down on my knees and grab her legs and captured her up. When I took her into her pen I set her down gently, but she didn't get up. I started stroking her softly and talked to her but she kept panting and didn't get up. I was thinking that I had made her go into shock and thought she might die on me, OH NO! Well I placed her feet under her and she took off walking. Tonight I went to check on her and feed Pete and there she was up and walking around just fine, PHEW! Pete was out grazing the whole time this was going on and would occasionally pop into the barn to see what I was doing, he was there for moral support, I think ;o) The easy part was getting the chicken because she is fat and a brick shy of a load, if you know what I mean... Anyways, everything turned out okay, but it sure did take up a little more time that I had wanted.
