Sierra is settling down to his new circumstances, but that
doesn’t mean he’s happy about it. Every morning he lets me know it too. Star’s
not very happy about it either. I haven’t let the girls out since Sierra hurt
himself. Normally after I feed everyone, I clean up the barn a bit before I let
the girls out. With Sierra up front, and his leg the way it is I don’t need him
to try to get at the girls, and do more damage to himself. It’s bad enough that
Marina goes to the corner to let him know that she is not pleased that a boy is
that close to her. If he were gelded she might not be quite so upset about it,
but a stallion! Even Ibn knows better than to get close to her unless she’s in
season. Quite frankly he’s scared to death of her. Sierra on the other hand is
young, and foolish the way all young studs are. After feeding one day I was in
the barn cleaning, and Star was carrying on to the point I was beginning to
wonder if something was wrong. I went around to her stall to see what was wrong.
There was nothing wrong except for the fact that she was still in her stall,
and not running loose. She was quite upset with me, and was letting me know
that she wanted out. Oh well such is life you can’t always have things the way
you want them. Now if only they could figure that out.
Sierra is doing quite well. He’s very good about letting me
clean his leg, and change his dressing. As a reward I give him a good brushing,
and extra lovings. I don’t know how long I will keep him up front though. It’s a
lot easier changing his dressings where he’s at. On the other hand I don’t want
to let the girls out with him up front. It’s going to be quite a while before I
can stop doctoring him so maybe I’ll put him back in his own stall sooner
rather than later. The girls will be much happier.
The first day of winter has come, and gone. Thankfully now
the days will start getting longer even if the weather is getting colder. Up
till this past week we enjoyed wonderful weather, then we had two straight days
of ferocious wind, and now bitter cold. I can’t really complain when people in
the north, and east are facing blizzards. Ok so I’m spoiled, I can’t help it if
I’ve lived in the southwest all my life. I am getting better I can deal with
temps below 70 now. I lived in northwest MO for a year, but I was foolish, and
young then. Now I’m old, and decrypted, and feeling a little sorry for myself,
praying for a Christmas miracle, when I should simply be thankful for all we do
have. Hey I can still cut wood, and split it. I can spend hours cleaning stalls,
unload hay, and feed. I can still ride (or at least I think I can), maybe not
all day like I used to, but I can ride for a few hours at least. I have fresh
eggs I can eat every day instead of store bought ones, and I have the most
amazing sunsets, and mountain views one could ever ask for. Life is hard right
now but I have to believe that somehow, someway things will get better, and we
will survive.
Tomorrow (or today) is Christmas. It will be cold, and I
will try to get some work done, (have to get some more wood cut to ward off all
that wonderful winter weather), but mostly I will spend my time indoors. Rudy
wants cookies, and we have a Christmas dinner to prepare meager though it may
be. It will be a lovely day, as all Christmas days should be. Maybe there will
even be some carrots for the kids, and God willing hot water for showers (no
water this morning frozen pipes you know). Yes tomorrow will be a wondrous day,
and we will survive, and things will get better. I don’t know how or when but
things will get better.
Merry, Merry Christmas!
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