yay for pretty bay mares

So this is not the world’s most recent picture, something made at least a little obvious by the fact that both the little mare and I are only wearing a minimal number of layers–unlike last week, where I refused to leave the house without at least four, and she graduated to the sort of layering that would make a wedding cake proud. She has also learned that I have very cold hands in the winter, and this reality prompts a hilarious facial expression whenever I touch her: very much on the order of “Uh, no, that’s not cool, why would you do that to me? That’s mean! Stop touching me with the cold things!” Mostly I laugh at her and shove my freezing cold hands in between two of her rugs so as not to drive her too crazy with the cold. That response to the icicles that are my hands is, quite possibly, the only thing she and my husband will ever have in common. Not that he would even admit that.

We’re at the point where it’s possible to really see some changes (again, sorry about the not recent picture!), she’s really grown “out” a lot and lost her whippet-like racehorse build. She’d also gone bum-high again, which I hope will even out and give us at least one more inch (I would like her to be a *tiny* bit taller!).  It’s already starting to even out, and as I hopped off yesterday I swear it took longer to hit the ground. (This could be wishful thinking). I feel I should also mention that she had spent nearly a week only working on the walker as the arena and her field were iced over. She’d been out that morning in the now mostly defrosted field (and impressed everyone with her ability to buck), but, seriously, I took a four year old on a walk hack on the road after a week off and…nothing happened. It was only twenty minutes, but she’s starting to relax a bit into the rein as well (plus, there were no terrifying allotment people–I’m not sure what she thinks they will do if she takes her eyes off them, but I’m certain it involves eating pretty bay mares.)

Although it can sometimes be frustrating to wait to go out and “do the fun stuff” (ahem, cross country)–I’m really enjoying working with a baby again. There is something about making sure it all goes quietly and smoothly that appeals to me, plus, of course baby shenanigans are fun (there is a lot of time spent investigating the bag I use for a grooming kit because it, once, a few weeks ago, had a carrot in it). I’m really looking forward to this summer. The plan is to take her out and about for little things and get her going and then give her the winter between 4 and 5 off to grow a bit more (hopefully!).

Right now, we’re doing a lot of stretching and flexing to help her get a bit more wiggly in herself. She came to me quite “tight” with racing muscles, and it’s been a bit of a process to convince her that she is safe enough, really, to relax and shift her focus from what is going on around her to the work we are doing. She is absolutely stellar, and her walk, especially, has gotten huuuuuuuge, but we still have those moments where she pretzels herself to look at something (usually behind us, on a diagonal, and below the horizon, just to complicate matters). Yesterday, though, as we walked out for our last lap up and down the lane, she took the rein forward of her own accord and started really stretching out and down. So yay for babies, especially pretty bay mares.