Pasture time...

We began turning the horses out on pasture last week... we turn them out for a short time in the AM and the PM for a week.  We increase the time a little bit the next week.... a little bit more the week after that and so on until they their systems can handle the lush green grass and they can stay out all day long.

When Brandon was alive I'd call them in by shouting, "C'mon B!  Bring 'em in buddy!  C'mon B!"   Brandon's head would come up out of the grass and he'd faithfully come in with the younger red horses right behind him, following his lead.

The first time I went out to call the horses in, I had to remind myself not to call for B.  It was right on the tip of my tongue....  ghost of summers past.... C'mon B....  I called out for the horses.   "C'mon ponies!  C'mon Sera Sue... C'mon Rosso!"

In unison... as if they were synchronized swimmers... both horses lifted their heads from the grass, swivelled their necks to look in my direction... paused for a moment .... gave me a "yeah right" look and swivelled their heads back to resume eating.

Huh.  (me standing there with my hands on my hips takin' in the scene)

Well, that's not gonna work. 

Life without Brandon...

I grabbed halters and went out to get 'em.  I walked up to each, put the halter on and led them quietly in.  Did that for a week.... there is 1 flake o' hay and a small handful of grain in each feed tub as incentive to come in....

Now I call and they both come walkin' in...

What good, red ponies! 

Just took some adjusting to a new routine....