It's Not Rain--It's the Trees' Voices

I did not have much time, but I hustled outside and got Misty from her stall. I was just going to take her on a walk, but I decided to ask Blu if he wanted to come. I opened the door and he came over for his halter.

With my two best buds, I head off down the drive. Misty was ahead of me and Blu was behind me. I decided to have both horses go ahead. I was in Blu's zone 3 and Misty's zone 5. I protected Misty from Blu's devious thoughts.

When we turned around, she totally relaxed and she and Blu walked at my shoulder on the way home. Both horses did great on the road. Blu was the best he's ever been.

I took them to graze under the trees. Blu was immediately ready to graze, but Misty could not yet. I pet her withers and let her walk around. She wanted to eat, but she kept bringing her head up. Finally, she blew out and began eating.

I gave her a good scratching when I put her away. Blu waited patiently on the fence while I did that. He got a good scratch when I let him go, too.

The trees are encased in ice. As the wind blows, there are a million cracking sounds, almost like the music of rain. It was lovely to hear the rain but not get all wet. I can't wait until the trees are singing summer songs.

Natural Horsewoman Out.