Daily observations of my simple life.

Cheriki and rustic corrals:

It's been quit a week. I was a bit under the weather with something like the flu. Cheriki's rustic corral sat empty. Friday, I woke with anticipation as a young cowboy had promised to come to  help me get Cheriki home. I had made a plan. For several days I had used the three panels I bought when I first got Cheriki as a little blind where I fed her. Friday  morning I closed it up into a little triangle inside the outer panels. This was my plan when the truck and trailer arrived I would have him back up after opening the outer panels. Then open the inner triangle panels and she would have no where to go but in the trailer. So with the plan made and Cheriki quietly eating I went back home and patiently sat waiting with Sage so I could hook a rope on her halter. The young cowboy was going to tackle loosening her halter that was growing to tight for her.After some time I suceeded and Sage had a rope on we could hang onto.

Then I went in and waited. No show all morning. No show early afternoon and then the phone rang.  He had had a dificult time with the early load of horses but would be here in twenty minutes.

Cheriki loaded like a dream, the plan seemed flawless. We headed home to deal with Sage while Frank brought my three panels home that we needed for the end of the corral where the barn will be. Sage was a bit difficult but she took it well and was very relieved to have a loose halter. The tall thin, young cowboy told me she was a real fine burro and was going to grow lots more. My long legged zebra/apricot burro is going to be big enough to ride. He said it will be at least another year and a half before we can start training. I have read that you don't stress their bones until they are four. Right now she is a gorgeous young lady.

Cowboy went back to the trailer and the efforts to put Cheriki's halter on was not pleasant. I regretted it when I saw her jumping around in the trailer. Once over and she was in the corral she was very human shy. She wouldn't come up to me even for a carrot. Next day it was a differnt story. She ate carrots and even licked and nuzzled my arm. Sunday she seems very content and happy in her new surroundings and nickers at me when I come out the door.

This day, Sunday we were going to work on the barn but the 10 O'clock meeting time met us all with rain. It has rained all day and is very wet. I was glad that I went out early this morning and finished cleaning my neighbors corral . Now I don't have to go out in the muck to clean up.

Been watching movies all day with the rain outside. Did go up to my daughters  to see the puppies. We are beginning to think the Dad was a Mastiff or St Bernard. They have those cute squeshed faces and massive necks and shoulders. So cute, so fat.  The most special part of the day was being able to look out my window at a rustic corral with my horse right there, my very own first horse, Cheriki Feather.  

Posted by: cactusandquail at 02:13 | link | comments (2)

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#1  08 November 2004 - 11:26

 

That is such a nice story. And she forgave you for corralling her by the next day! We had a horse for several years; she was my daughter's. I am not a horse person; don't like to ride, but Sahara was one of the family. You've made me want to write about her, but that will wait for another day. Hope you get your clear skies back!

InMyLife

#2  09 November 2004 - 08:47

 

My daughters had/have horses too. I am going to write about my wish for a horse in one of my entries.

cactusandquail

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