Finally Moved to the Ranch!
Last Thursday with dogs, horses, and husband in tow, I finally moved to our ranch near Huntsville, Texas. It's been a long time coming. We'ved owned the ranch 12 years and started building our home and a new horse barn three years ago. We moved from Friendswood, Texas. We looked like the Beverly Hillbillies going down the road. Both truck and SUV were loaded and of course, our horse trailer was loaded too. We brought three of the horses here. My fourth horse, Satine, is in training in Kirbyville. When we drove up at the barn to unload the horses, there wasn't a lot of nickering. Two of the three knew this place and were just eager to get out and strat grazing. Our pastures are beautiful this fall. They're still green and lush. They grazed for a couple of hours before I brought them into the barn. I don't think they ever looked up! They were too busy munching away.
The next day was not surprising. I let them out of their stalls in the morning and they took off running into the open fields. There is nothing like a gorgeous Arabian running; Head high, manes flowing, and tail straight up in the air. What a sight! My new girl, Honey the chestnut mare, didn't know exactly how to go around a taped off area near the barn when they all took off running..........so she jumped it! Beautiful form. However, I hope the wood fences aren't next! Maia, my 23 y.o. Arab mare looked like she was 5 again. She still has it goin' on. Mac, her 10 y.o. son and the son of a great Arabian race horse, was the King of the Wind. I absolutely love to see him run. He is poetry in motion. Yet, when I call him he comes running back. He's truly my sweet boy.
I am so grateful and thankful to be at this wonderful place and even more thankful to have these beautiful creatures in my life. Yes, life is good......... I can only wish that all my horse buddies out there should be so lucky.
The next day was not surprising. I let them out of their stalls in the morning and they took off running into the open fields. There is nothing like a gorgeous Arabian running; Head high, manes flowing, and tail straight up in the air. What a sight! My new girl, Honey the chestnut mare, didn't know exactly how to go around a taped off area near the barn when they all took off running..........so she jumped it! Beautiful form. However, I hope the wood fences aren't next! Maia, my 23 y.o. Arab mare looked like she was 5 again. She still has it goin' on. Mac, her 10 y.o. son and the son of a great Arabian race horse, was the King of the Wind. I absolutely love to see him run. He is poetry in motion. Yet, when I call him he comes running back. He's truly my sweet boy.
I am so grateful and thankful to be at this wonderful place and even more thankful to have these beautiful creatures in my life. Yes, life is good......... I can only wish that all my horse buddies out there should be so lucky.
