The payoff for making it through a cold soggy week was a relatively glorious February-in-Texas weekend. Temps were in the upper 70’s, it wasn’t too terribly humid, it alternated between overcast and sunny, and there was a breeze but no gale force wind.
On weekends like this I find myself wanting to do All The Things, both with pony time and with projects. On Saturday morning we went out to breakfast and stopped at Lowe’s on the way home so I could get some jump painting supplies. I grabbed a gallon of white paint, found a deep blue in the Oops section for cheap, and grabbed tape, trays, and brushes. I also picked up a few more poles, since I intentionally left some of mine behind at the old barn for them to use.
Most of my jumps were gifted to me, and I’m extremely grateful to have them, but they arrived in my possession in need of paint/some repairs and I had not actually done any of that yet. They were useable as they were, and I was in a pinch, so they went straight to work. And they’ve been that way now for… years. I was way overdue.
It took me longer than I was hoping, but I got all the poles painted white at least. Some will get stripes put on later. I still have to paint the standards, and repair a few of them. Painting jumps does not make my top 10 (or 100) list of favorite activities, but they do already look so much better.
I also got another jump school in on Henry and I feel like we’re definitely back in our groove. My eye is returning and we’re both feeling more confident again. He’s forward and hunting the jumps, and I’m riding more positively. I’m looking to add a couple more jumper shows to our calendar in the near future, if I can find something that works.
After I was done with Henry I also worked both of the babies in hand a bit. JB is learning the “send” commands and verbal whoa, and basic desensitization (fly spray is murder). He is way more sensitive and reactive than Presto, but also wicked smart and picks up on things pretty quickly. I’ve really grown to like him. He’s going to be that semi-weird, sensitive, one-person-horse type that I tend to enjoy (ahem Henry).
Presto was a little rude going to turnout the other day so he got a tuneup on moving his body based off of my body language or hand signals. Then he just… held his halter for a while. As one does. He gets salty any time I give JB attention and not him.
Later on when I let them in for dinner Presto put on quite the circus act/arabian impression, because he always has to investigate everything and the jumps having moving around/changed color was exciting. I took the opportunity to snap some pictures, to show how at this stage he can look really different depending on what angle you happen to catch him at.
I see a real horse in there, though. Also, I can’t wait until he gets some topline and sheds the extra 2″ of hair that makes his head look so freaking blocky. Right now he looks very much like his mother did when she was a coming into her 4yo year. Hopefully that means he’s maturing faster than she did, because lord help me if this thing keeps adding height until he’s 7 like she did.
Facebook memories reminded me this morning that his mother left for her first 60 days training with the cowboy exactly 10 years ago today.
It also reminded me that six years ago today I took Henry for his first gallop, 3 years ago today I was posting pics of Sadie’s rapidly changing teats as we progressed on foal watch, and one year ago today Henry finished his second Prelim. What a day in history.
On Sunday Presto went for his first road-pony-hack, but lord that is whole story in and of itself so we’ll talk about that tomorrow. To cap off the weekend both boys got a haircut (I am embarrassed to admit that I couldn’t even find where Henry’s bridlepath had once been) and a long curry session to help speed up the shedding. Henry’s entire front half is well on it’s way to being slicked off, but Presto is really just starting to shed.
It’s supposed to be low-mid 80’s today, and then do the patchy rain thing again for the rest of the week. It’s keeping the grass green, at least, but I’m also getting a little tired of things being squishy. Thank goodness this place drains pretty well.
Hope everyone else had a productive and horsey-filled weekend!