I Hike The Pasture
My legs were sore again today--typical after physical therapy--so I took it easy for most of the day. I did a number of my stretching exercises and decided walking was a good option.
It was a beautiful day. Sunny and warm, in the low 70's, it was exactly the kind of day I'd love to ride. But I am not quite ready for that. I actually figure I'd be fine on the horse, but the challenge of mounting and dismounting might be a bit daunting.
Well, mounting might be OK as I do have my nice mounting platform. But when I think of how stiff I was after riding around the lawn on the mower for an hour, I'm not sure I would be able to get my right leg to cooperate enough to dismount. Still....
Don't worry. I won't try until I am sure it will be OK, and even then I will make sure I have another rider around to help just in case.
What I did instead was take a walk around the pasture looking for Tucker's blue flysheet. I found it in the farthest corner of the field. Now, mind you, the flysheets my Boys are wearing have all seen better days and are largely held together or tied on with pieces of baling twine--a marvelously useful invention. In the case of Tucker's sheet, the front surcingle had been replaced with twine and it had broken, so he had just kind of stepped out of the sheet.
All three of the Boys accompanied me on the search, leaving the fly free barn to follow me out to the pasture. They were quite curious as to what I was doing and were very friendly about it all. I guess they are looking for some attention. Tucker actually walked back into the barn right at my side as if I had a lead rope on him.
Once there, I ushered him into the aisle and began working on getting him back into his blue sheet. Once I tied it back together and dressed him, I sprayed him with fly spray, sprayed Toby and Chance, and then emptied and scrubbed the water trough.
Trough refilled, grain bins moved back into the feed room from the aisle, and a few branches picked up off the lawn, my day of work was over. I wasn't a lot of work, but it was productive and at this point, I'm pretty pleased to have managed a few chores.
Not bad. Not bad at all.