Mud fun!

So, Sher had a lesson with Eliza Farren Saturday and did super well. Sort of.

After taking 30 minutes to load up, she proceeded to stomp and pout and flail in the trailer until... she fell. I pulled over and found my mare on the ground in the trailer, nose peeking above the chest bar, and.. patted her, took back all the threats about dog food factories from loading, and prayed a bit that nothing was horribly wrong. I ran around the back to push over the divider, but by the time I opened the back window, she was up. I called friends frantically, and the one who was running the clinic walked me through checking her over- no broken bones, nothing horribly wrong- so we continued on. And... besides a couple cuts, one of which later got a couple staples, she was... okay. So we hopped up and.. she was golden. One of the best lessons yet. I swear. Sometimes, she just needs to fight it out with someone (or a trailer), to figure out life. *Rolls eyes* I just wish she wouldn't give me a heart attack every time she does it.

Anyway... So, fast forward to today- I managed to get them romping around in a rare sunny period, having some mud fun.

No one judge my excuse of a paddock. When I moved them home, the whole thing was grass- and then it rained for 2 weeks straight, and... Now it is ruts of mud. The piles of wood? Yeah. We can't move those until the tractor can get back there. Which, if this year is anything like last year, will be never. But lets watch some mud fun, yeah? These two are ridiculous. And then.. it started raining again.