Jake and I went riding Sunday afternoon after his two hockey games.
Around 3pm we loaded our two horses and ran over to what we call “Helen’s Fields”, so called because this farm purchased that property from … well, Helen. It’s only about four or five miles from here but our horses, not being shod and us wanting to save time, opted for the speed method of trailering over.
We rode the perimeter… “checking fence” ya know? Why, since we have no steers/cattle? Just because it made us feel cool and like we were doing something useful.
And yah, I know it…It’s not exactly reality but it’s our reality.
Okay, yah, it’s not the day in day out life on a ranch in the West but we make the best of what we’ve got (real or imagined!) and truth be told, we are way beyond spoiled.
Speaking of spoiled…
There are at least three wild apple trees on that property and it was Jake’s request that we find a tree and pick some apples for the horses and for us.
Since his horse, “Jack’s Smoky Charger”, a.k.a. Smoke is a pretty new addition to our family we’ve never had him over to this location and in doing so we found out this horse is an apple freak. My horse, Indy, a.k.a. “Indiana CB Charger” – not so much. He was too interested in swallowing some of the alfalfa in those fields.
Didn’t happen for the poor guy.
Jake and I were laughing so hard at Smoke trying to score apples off the branches…it was kinda like he was bobbing for apples, sans the water. He really did have to work for it and got the hang of it after a while.
For those of you not familiar with horse tack I’ll set something straight…
As you can see Smoke is wearing a “hackamore” bridle. It doesn’t have a mouth piece (a bit) and he can eat to his hearts content without the fear of choking on improperly chewed pieces or grass for that matter. Indy had on a bridle with a bit. It was just as well he didn’t want any because even though most horses do like/love apples he wasn’t nearly as impressed.
Smoke on the other hand was overly impressed.
Maybe a tad obsessed.
Jake was able to drag the old man away from his new-found love…The Apple Tree…
and we proceeded on.
We ducked into the woods hoping to find the snowmobile path and found the forest floor was…
so littered with leaves that we couldn’t even find the deer trails!
We came upon a downed tree. It was so inviting there with the leaves falling around us that we thought we should dismount, sit a spell and chew on some apples of our own.
Old Jacks Smokey Charger was a little put out that Jake wasn’t sharing and proceeded to give his best “poor me I’m starving” act.
“Jake, you’re my faaaavorite boy, can’t you spare one more?”.
Didn’t work. The horse had eaten enough apples for one day.
Indy was still thinking this whole thing was a total waste of time and there was a lot more fence that needed looking at. Two totally different personalities those two horses.
We didn’t cover near the acreage we had planned on but decided we better head back cause it was way past feeding time for equine’s and humans alike.
The thought of getting straight home ASAP to a manger full of food and consuming said food without the encumbrance of a bothersome bit, sounded pretty good to a certain bay horse.
The black horse? He was thinking one last stop at the apple tree on the way out was a much, much better plan.