One of the things I am trying to do here is give you a glimpse into this colorful, peaceful (well, except for the cats), muddy, middle of nowhere life we lead. So hang out for a second and I’ll take  you on a ride dad and I took the other day to bring the horses home.

Right now we have 6 1/2 horses (the 1/2 being the horse part of the mule…so technically we also have 1/2 a donkey…is that confusing?).

Anyway, my dad has an obsession with horses like I have an obsession with, well…every animal. So at any given time he will be training from 1 to 4 young horses. I got in on the action when I was growing up. This usually involved me on the back of a green horse during the summer when dad was at work, riding out in the open space in the heat of the day. One of three things would more than likely occur:

1) I would get bucked off and horse would run away, leaving me pissed, bruised and walking my sorry butt home.

2) Horse would run back to the barn while teenage version of myself (think Olive Oyl: arms and legs flailing) would remain in the saddle, yanking and yelling “hoe, hoe, hoe” (that’s what we say around here to get a horse to stop…get your mind out of the gutter).

3) All would go perfectly well, causing me to trust a little too much, which would, in turn, lead to item 1 or 2 occurring on the next ride.

So, when you have all these horses, you need to ride a lot to keep them nice and trained and in good shape. That is why you see lots of pictures of us riding out in the hills and not so many of us chasing cows. Because when we are strolling out in the pastures, I have lots of time to take pictures of my beautiful surroundings.When we are chasing cows, apparently shit can hit the fan at any given time and I am expected to pay attention. In order to avoid more accidents than I normally create without distraction, I leave the camera at home.

Maybe someday I will learn to multi-task and then you will see some pictures of cows.

Anyway, I promised you a ride with me, not an explanation of my shortcomings, so here we go…

Some views from the clay buttes in the horse pasture…

I love how the sky looked that day and the way these trees stick out on the horizon along the road…also, I think after walking a good mile, this is where I realized I wouldn’t be finding these hiding horses on foot…

So my dad came over on Tucker and brought me a horse from his place and off we went…

We didn’t find the horses yet, but did see this spotted fawn, just standing as still as he could, watching us as we passed by. I got as close as I could to him and then he spooked, revealing his brother who was laying, invisible, in the brush below him. Adorable.

Dad took the camera. He thought there needed to be some pics of me in my flannel and dorky vest on Stormy. Oh, and I skipped the saddle, which was impressing him. He thought I was getting too old for daring adventure. Not so I say Pops. Not so!

Some of the trees are turning gold, but my favorite are the splashes of red you see in the brush…

We watched a couple deer on the sidehill and then waited for them to run up and look at us from the horizon. The cowboy’s always hunting…

Again, the sky that evening was killing me…it was like the big man was pulling the fluffy covers up over us, getting us all warm and snuggled down before the cold season.

Found ’em. When horses see each for the first time out in the open hills, they get excited and whinny and neigh and sniff and snort and cause all sorts of dramatic scenes.

Oh, Colonel, aren’t you a gorgeous boy? Yeah, he knows it.

Let’s go boys (and mule…).

I taught them to line up like that. Horse whisperer? If you believe it, it must be true.

I think this is dad’s shot of the barn. Nice skills Pops.

This is what your butt looks like after sitting on a horse’s bare back for an hour…sexy…

These are horses who expect treats for good behavior…

And this is home.

On a totally separate topic, I saw this spider the other day on my walk “off road” with my momma. This spider was huge, and he was fastening his bib and sharpening his knives, getting ready to have a delicious butterfly for supper.

I guess I think he’s beautiful, in a creepy, arachnid sort of way. I came home to tell husband and this is what he said…

“Where did you see this?”

“I dunno, somwhere along the road.”

“No, exactly where did you see this?”

“Why?”

“So I can be sure to never go there.”

Husband hates spiders…bwahahahaahaa!