I have been remiss! In May, we brought home one more horse though truth be told, she’s more of a mythical beast than she is a proper horse. She came from our friend Gale, just up the road from our farm, which is also where Hawk originated from. She goes by the name Cotton. When we hauled her home she was exactly one year old and a little rude. Over the past six months she’s learned her place in our horse herd here (she’s at the bottom of the totem pole, naturally) and our other three horses have taught her some good social lessons which is the job of a herd.
We’ve put hours of ground work into her so far and she’s turned out to be so sweet and sensitive and calm. She already moves great off of light pressure, respects our personal space, has realized she cannot bite or kick or push human beings around, and she responds to our body language, as well. We think she’s going to be a great mare and she’s been fun to start.
She’s a Tenessee Walking Horse, like Hawk, and she’s pretty strapping. She’ll be a big, sturdy gal and should top out around 16’2 hands. Her color is called cremello and she has striking pale blue eyes, light fleabites on her face, belly and rump, a white blaze on her face, and darker roots at the base of her mane and tail. She’s hard to keep clean but she sure is a shiny little magical thing!
She’s a horse a Cree medicine man would ride through tall grass prairie beneath a full moon. She was meant for a mystic which is what I am…occasionally…I suppose.
Four horses is the sweet spot for us, we have two to ride now and two to pack for our backcountry adventures. Though it occurs to me as I write this that we’re going to need one more riding horse eventually! Finding a saddle horse for our mini is going to be too much fun.
