I’m not sure how we fit everything that we did into a mere 48 hours this weekend. This picture gives away the end of the story, but I couldn’t resist.
We started working at the barn at 5:30 Saturday morning. We agreed to do it for one last weekend and it was more than enough. Rich was kind enough to help out this time and so everything went much faster. From there, we went to Reagan’s track meet. She ran the 75m hurdles in 17.4 seconds. It wasn’t the best time there, but she was pleased (and I was relieved) that she didn’t hit a single hurdle and wasn’t the last one across the line. She wants to try again next weekend so she can improve her time. I really admire her spunk and self-confidence. Goodness knows that I didn’t have half of it in 7th grade. It’s too bad that 7th grade track is a largely un-coached sport. Her school doesn’t have a track to practice on and the coaches are all volunteers who don’t seem terribly invested in the outcome of the meets, so she’s largely on her own in learning the hurdles.
We started working at the barn at 5:30 Saturday morning. We agreed to do it for one last weekend and it was more than enough. Rich was kind enough to help out this time and so everything went much faster. From there, we went to Reagan’s track meet. She ran the 75m hurdles in 17.4 seconds. It wasn’t the best time there, but she was pleased (and I was relieved) that she didn’t hit a single hurdle and wasn’t the last one across the line. She wants to try again next weekend so she can improve her time. I really admire her spunk and self-confidence. Goodness knows that I didn’t have half of it in 7th grade. It’s too bad that 7th grade track is a largely un-coached sport. Her school doesn’t have a track to practice on and the coaches are all volunteers who don’t seem terribly invested in the outcome of the meets, so she’s largely on her own in learning the hurdles.
From there we headed to Faith’s soccer game. Her team won again - this time 3-0. She was a bit tired from her zoo trip the day before but as always was fun to watch.
Then it was back to the barn for afternoon chores and to check on the pregnant mares. No baby. No sign that a baby was coming. Sigh.
On Sunday, Reagan and I were on our own for morning chores, but it was the last time so we soldiered through them and then came home and went back to bed, totally missing church. Heathens, is what we are. After our naps and an attempt to straighten up just a tiny bit around here, it was back to the barn where we rushed through feeding everyone and loaded Jamboree up to take her to a riding clinic. Just so you know, Jamboree does not like to be rushed or loaded up. That part was not so fun, but the clinic was wonderful and we learned a lot. This picture is actually from last week, not the clinic, but the girl and the horse are so pretty together that I’m throwing it in here.
Then it was back to the barn for afternoon chores and to check on the pregnant mares. No baby. No sign that a baby was coming. Sigh.
On Sunday, Reagan and I were on our own for morning chores, but it was the last time so we soldiered through them and then came home and went back to bed, totally missing church. Heathens, is what we are. After our naps and an attempt to straighten up just a tiny bit around here, it was back to the barn where we rushed through feeding everyone and loaded Jamboree up to take her to a riding clinic. Just so you know, Jamboree does not like to be rushed or loaded up. That part was not so fun, but the clinic was wonderful and we learned a lot. This picture is actually from last week, not the clinic, but the girl and the horse are so pretty together that I’m throwing it in here.
Unfortunately I had to miss Hayden’s flag football game because I was with Reagan. He got to play quarterback and . . . they won! Hallelujah! The long losing streak is over. Rich tells me that in this picture, Hayden is “breaking through the double team.” Yeah, I don’t know what that means.
Finally, as it was getting dark last night, Reagan and I headed back to the barn with Jamboree. We put her away and started watering the horses and closing their stalls for the night. When I got to the mares’ stall, I glanced in and there was a baby! He was little and shivery and still wet and oh so adorable. I yelled for Reagan to go get the barn manager and she ran her best time ever in the process. :) They had just checked the mare an hour before and she hadn’t indicated that she had plans for the evening. That was a quick labor!
We stood for an hour and watched all of the necessary stuff for caring for a newborn foal. Unfortunately I had a long range lens in a small space and so my pictures weren’t terrific. I’ll try again tomorrow. Here’s the manager, Mark, with the colt.
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