Babushka

My Babushka! This is maybe, but probably my favorite horse and she

was going to ride with us until...see the purple bandage?...she ran

through wire on Friday, severing her extensor tendon. Oh it's a nasty

wound. Lots of tears, scrapes and barbwire saw marks. I've been

somewhat adrift in broken-hearted land since this happened. She will

need at least a month to recover.

We just started her last year and this season she has come along so

well. She's been my project horse and it's obvious I've grown down

right attached to this little black Morgan. I had day dream after day

dream of riding her along the continental divide trail, feeling so

proud of how nice she was turning out. She's so smart, so talented

and agile, not to mention she's also quite glamorous. For a Morgan

she's about half empty of "piss and vinegar", which means she has just

enough to be an awesome, need I say, sensible cross country ride.

With all the saddle time I've invested in Babushka,

my heart, I can't help it, got mixed in too.

I've perused the corral, looking through the horses for a

replacement. Looks like it will have to be Pumpkin, another little

Morgan. Pumpkin so far, is a professional pack horse, and although

she's sweet, she's pretty sure that you don't know what you're doing

when you're riding her. I suppose we'll work on that. I hope.

The truth is, "Babs" is healing, and perhaps she was already good

enough and didn't need 350 miles of travel this fall. Maybe she's

doing Pumpkin a favor. Besides, Pumpkin is really cute-she has

reddish-blonde eyelashes that she winks at me when I come to catch

her. She's a little sorrel colored horse with quick little feet and

she might be compact enough that I could practice cartwheeling into

the saddle on her. I'll send a photo of "her cuteness" soon.