Horse Sense....

 

 

Belle is having so much fun with her friend, Ruby.

And as much as I miss having her at home, it was by far the best decision for Belle.  She's happier being with a friend her own age, someone to play with (rather than be chased by) and is being well-looked after by Granddad, Bandit.  Who is an absolute rockstar.  That boy knows his shite.

And we have the food working brilliantly.

Three buckets, 1 very base feed (no soy), 1 big bucket of my feed, daily herbs and vitamins split into the two remaining buckets.  All feed bins are cleared.  The two fillies and Grandad all eat what they need, when they need it.

I'm super happy.  All horses are in great nick, have a real glow on, and even though they are for different disciplines, everyone is happy and looks fucking amazing.

Boom, baby.

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So Mumma has a new party trick.

Come 11.45 every morning she comes standing at the house, and doesn't leave until lunch has been served.

And that's not 2 meals put into 3, that's actual lunch.  A full and complete meal.

Then Cappy wants a snack too, and the mini's just glare at me.

There's no point saying, No, she just stands there nickering, and since I can see the horses from every room in the house, she just follows me, so she's always in my line of vision.

She's a clever cutie.

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Belle does not like wind and rain, so talk about being a bit of a diva.  Although to be fair, no one at home is particularly keen on it either.  

And Chew broke his jacket late Saturday afternoon.  Just after the shops had shut and before the rain hit.

Nice timing, Chew.

Anyway, managed to get his old jacket back on, only to find someone had put on a bit of podge and it didn't fit.

Bugger.

Finally, after trying 3, I finally got him all squished into one.  

He literally looks like a sausage with all fat, furry bits, falling out all round the place.  He's like, Hurry up and go buy me a new jacket.

To be fair, it wasn't his fault and not Az's either, the straps literally came away.  Unfortunately, I can't take it back as it is completely covered in mud, and even I wouldn't believe me that we've only had it two weeks.

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And I'm busy at home trying new ways of old things, or new ways of new things or just you know, playing around with things.

I'll let you know how it goes.

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So that's been our week:  It's been pretty quiet but to be honest, not really.  Quiet in an, outwardly seems calm but the Energy's been super busy.  I'm just standing still and letting this Energy come around, over and under me, and just waiting to see how it all pans out.  

Well, every morning I get up and I'm Liam's Mum, a Reader and I talk with horses.

The rest is not important.

Big hugs and horsey kisses from us here, to you there.
 
Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, the Big E, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Little Boo
 
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We just got confirmation of Belle's racing name!!
 
Tennessee Jax
 
I know, we love the name, too!
 
Let me tell you why we chose it...
 
Tennessee - is for family.  Whether it is through the water of the womb, blood in your veins or the tribe you choose, it speaks of loyalty, commitment and belonging.  A united we stand front.  It talks of perservance to goals, achievement, success and contentment of home.  This started with my Grandfather and has carried on down the generations.  
 
Be a man or woman who is strong, independent and successful…and don't take any shite.
 
Jax - a gift from God.  Actually, correct meaning is, one whom God favours.
 
Actually, now I’m talking about it, my Grandfathers brother was the first (illegal) bookies in Huntly.  And was good at it.  In fact, I come from a long line of Readers and Preachers, bookies and gamblers, musicians and players.  
 
Men and women who forged their own path and lived life on their own terms.
 
That’s how we got our name: Tennessee Jax.