…from a long, hard freeze; from a lingering flu, from a dressing on a burnt wrist, from ponies needing to move carefully measuring every step on frozen ground and needing to conserve their energy.
The clean-up happened today: thawed out manure piles were removed from the track, the yard was cleaned of previously frozen in hay and shavings; one cracked water bucket was removed, hooves were attended to and, most importantly, connections re-established.
I let them onto some grass at the back of the paddock this morning. Ben moved in, but despite leaving room for Rosie to come in, she stayed back. She has been moving quite stiffly. Her feet seem ok, so I suspect she is feeling arthritic from the cold weather. Ben was ready to spook at any excuse and I think Rosie sensed his energy and just did not want to become his target. So I went in. I jumped, suddenly. Ben jumped, spun, bucked and galloped. He stopped with his head up, snorting. I jumped again, enjoying the release of energy flowing through my body. Ben spun, bucked and galloped. And so we went on, echoing each other, a dance of sorts, a play, me being the younger horse off whom Ben needed to bounce energy. We finished, relaxing, blowing, me laughing, Ben putting his head down, blowing some more and eating some grass.
I moved away and Rosie moved in.