I don’t really like blogging with pictures. Yes, I like pictures, but they are largely lazy, taking away from the importance of using words in a way that conveys your thoughts correctly. That is something we can ALL perfect! And, I really didn’t realize that the whole Wordless Wednesday required linking back and that it was a whole “thing”! A fellow blogger pointed that out to me, and now, not only do I dislike conforming to the idea, it’s simply too much work. So I’m starting a new trend that absolutely will not gain the same popularity as the wordless variety! But that’s okay with me.
This morning, I saw an entire flock of robins. In my experience, it isn’t unusual to see the occasional robin throughout the winter. I always see them as the slightly dim members of the flock, unable to keep up, didn’t get the memo, got lost, or rebelled. But this morning I saw a small flock of the birds, something you really don’t typically see until late March. But who can blame them? It’s just like spring out there this morning.
Sully thought so, too. He disrespected me as I was giving him his grain, so I took back the grain and replaced it with a longe whip. He is always full of vinegar this time of year, and he, like every other horse, expends that excess vim by random fits of high speed galloping and bucking. I like to see that, actually. It tells me my horse is healthy and fit and content. This morning, however, after having enjoyed his little display, he spooked at something as I bent down to put his bucket on the ground, and when I fussed at him for being silly, he turned that big butt on me and hopped it. Hopping is when they make the motion of kicking, without actually kicking out, but it is a display of dominance. That’s when the whip came out. I kept the pressure on him in that paddock for at least 20 minutes, clucking and moving in on him every time he stopped. I did it until he admitted to my dominance by finally turning in toward me, ears pricked, eyes huge and asked for permission to approach. After that, we were good. He gave me my space, following me around at 10 paces while I filled the water tank, hung the hay net and brought him a late breakfast. Something tells me it will be a great ride this afternoon, now that we’ve worked THAT out!
Perhaps I’ll come back later, just to really cement the horrible wordiness of my Wednesday, and tell you about it. 
