Horses,  The Bush

Come ride with me, let’s ride…

We had a chance to go riding as a family the other day…
just a nice little job
moving heifers from near the house to a paddock
about 2 kms up river.
It was Sunday, so we were all home,
all steeds were sound and available,
and no other jobs demanding our immediate attention.
So we ‘seized the day’.
To set the scene, you should know that
I don’t ride that much these days,
what with a bung knee and two kiddos.
But I do love a little amble along on a reliable steed.
And I was very much looking forward to our wee ‘muster’.
Ready to climb aboard for our ride?
First, we headed down to the yards to saddle up…
This is me, as seen by Violet.
As you can tell, I don’t iron work clothes!!
And please forgive my silly McLeod’s Daughters’ hat.
I come to regret this choice of headwear, as you shall see!!

After clambering very ungracefully aboard Yvette,
I manage a quick shot downwards
to share my view of the ground.
Anyone got vertigo?
Heh.
I don’t get vertigo… I have the opposite.
Where I must look over extreme drops.
Is there a name for that?
Here is Violet waiting (im)patiently for her ride.
She got to sit in front of Daddy on Trooper.

And the girl gives me the willies with her total lack of fear of any creature.
‘Specially this one, and his deadly legs!

Setting off -the view as we headed down from the houseyards with Dash at left …

…and his horse Lacey stamping her hooves and biting at the buffalo flies that were busily biting her!

You can see Mr Incredible opening the gate at the bottom of the hill.
Lacey soon decided that home looked far more attractive than a fly-biting ride and kept heading back to the yards, leaving one of us having to lead she and Dash along. Dash was very unimpressed at having to be lead, and would have stamped his own foot if he could have!
Not an ideal start..

Mr I took Dash on the lead, and has Violet on the saddle in front of him…
So far, so good!

We made it down into the river bed, and I attempted to get the heifers away from the water and up the bank to the left. I may, or may not, have got into strife for stopping to take this photo!
(Aside: the river hasn’t been full for over 30 years,
but still provides a good watering hole for stock)

We made it up to the fence, approaching a gate to enter the next paddock.
There is a bit of a photo gap here… due to a number of interesting (and slightly painful) factors:

1. I had to ride and coax/yell at the heifers to stay on the fence heading for the gate.

2. Mr Incredible was a bit busy with the kids and letting me know where I needed to be.

3. I ended up taking Dash’s lead so Mr I could be where he thought I should have been.

4. I attempted to open the wire gate from horseback (I have a bung knee and avoid getting on and off too much).

5. Yvette’s hoof got caught on a strand of barbed wire.

6. She freaked out. (Where freaked = reared, leapt backwards, eyes rolling etc)

7. Dash freaked out.

8. I hung on tightly to Dash’s lead, and tried to calm Yvette.

9. She ignored my calming techniques and deposited me unceremoniously on my patootie.

10. I landed like a sack of spuds, but still had hold of Dash’s lead.

11. I did not drop the camera either.

12. I said “I’m OK, I’m OK, I’m OK” a lot to my freaking-out menfolk (Violet had missed the whole thing being much more fascinated by the ‘hevvers’).

13. I was relieved to see that Yvette sustained only a very minor cut to her foot.

14. I managed somehow to stagger on shaky legs to a stump and clamber (ungracefully and quite shakily) back on board.

15. This was managed despite my horse stamping continuously at the clouds of flies swarming us. I felt like I deserved a medal (Lord knows I have the chest to pin it on!) or at least a stiff scotch to calm my ragged nerves… I set off pretending nothing had happened. No-one was fooled!

Anyway, where were we?

Oh yes.

Having a lovely relaxing Sunday family horse ride…

Despite the flies!
Soon after our little mini-drama, we got the heifers safely to their paddock without further incident, and turned our heads for home…

…and had some smiles again!

It’s the three amigos!
But wait, the drama is not over…
Because before I had my little buster,

my silly straw hat had blown off in the river bed.

Darn… I’ll never find the thing…
Hang on!!

Found it!

Now Mr I is going to have to get off…

Double darn.

Hang on

What a blinking show off!
So to see if he could do it again,
my hat flew off a second time!
Oh yeah.
Definitely showing off now!

And so it was,

that an unassuming family of four,

had an unexpectedly adventurous outing…

on (and off) horseback.

PS. My bruises have almost gone (black thighs are soooo attractive!)

PPS Mr Incredible has not asked our help again. Wonder why?

Any unanticipated dramas in your life lately?

18 Comments

  • suzinoz

    Sounds like quite the adventure. There is nothing quite like being thrown off a horse, but the most courageous thing you can do is get back on. So good on you! Happened to me once and I had no choice as we were miles from the home paddock. What doesn’t kill ya makes ya stronger right? Hope you continue to heal!

  • Danielle Michelle

    He he he…my bruises are just finally starting to fade from my last weeks horseback/roping extraveganza! I’m in love with the pictures of your ranch. You don’t have any noce Aussie cowboys around that might want a Colorado cowgirl do ya? lol

  • Pony Girl

    Loved this post BB! Too funny! I’m proud of you for cowgirling up and helping out! I’m glad there were no major injuries besides the fly bites and bruises. And I love that MI swooped down and got your hat from horseback, hee hee!
    Say, speaking of Mcleod’s daughters, I saw that DVD series at the bookstore the other day and it looked interesting…is it any good?

  • Anonymous

    Hello there, I am a friend of Debby from Life funny like that, she told me I would really enjoy your blog as I am also a farm girl, animal lover, have 2 horses and a breed golden retriever dogs, rent my farm apartment below our house to my farrier who trim smy hores and his wife they are only 21 and 23 yrs old been amrried two years no kids yet they have 6 hores here on my farm two ponies and 4 huge belgium draft horses. We use them mtk haul manure spreader and skid logs in woods and plow field etc. My husband is not a farmer at all and not too comfortable around hores at all either especailly those huge ones! But he does help me with some things when I need it. I am 53 and hav e bung knee too and short and so I have trouble mounting too dontrid ealot anymore either I use a mounting step to get on or like you find astump or fallen tree if I hav ebeen thrown off wheich I have a couple times the last few years so I totally can relate to your sunday ride drama!!! Looking for ward to more interesting blogs from you and I am just learning this computer stuff so don’t hav ea blog of my own Debbys was the first I ever read and I enjoy hers every day! It was so great of you to have the Par-tay for her last chemo day! I used ot groom her little dog, I am retired now my grooming business was a veterinary asst for many years as well. Hope to chat with you in emails , a new friend from Pennsylvania good ole USA, Debbie

  • Mindee@ourfrontdoor

    I love this post. I ride too (very badly) and trying to deal with cattle and kiddos from horseback would be completely beyond me. What a lovely day for a ride though!

    Thanks for visiting my blog!

  • Mikey

    You are a tough woman!!! Good for you!! Not even dropping the lead… that’s tricky to do! Glad you’re ok and you had a good time nonetheless. I LOVE seeing that country, so beautiful. But i could do w/o the buffalo flies…

  • Carol

    It won’t be long (really) before you look back at this ride and laugh… and wonder how your kids grew up and manage to trail cattle by themselves. I know it doesn’t seem long to me that I’d have to get off my horse to help them back on theirs, because they got off to pee, or they dropped something… all the while trying to keep the cows moving! Then they were hungry or thirsty or a bee stung them… oh my look at ’em now…
    http://blog.rimrockenglishshepherds.com/2008/09/25/here-they-comethere-they-go.aspx

    Carol

  • Mom L

    Just a quiet, simple, family outing, huh? Are you taking lessons from Mr. I with regard to taking pictures from atop your horse?!! That was a great photo story – thanks!!!

    Nancy in Atlanta

  • Debby

    I’m picturing you flat on your back in the dust clutching your camera and Lacey’s lead, yelling “I’m okay! I’m okay!” It sounds very scary, and I did not giggle, at all. Not at all. Much.

    Seriously, glad you’re okay. Mr. I probably hasn’t asked for any more help because he’s not an adventurous soul. Some folks are cut out for adventure, like yourself. Other folks will do anything to avoid it, like Mr. I, apparently.

  • Sabra

    Hmm, it’s been a really long time since I landed on my patootie from horseback. I don’t think this old bod could take it now. Good for you, BB. Looks like a fun day. Love your pictures.

  • jeanie

    Now see, I look at what was a good idea (Mr I contorting on top of Trooper to get your darned hat) and my one thought is “he had a tool, why didn’t he use her” – where is Violet and my image of Mr I dangling her to get the hat? I see a circus act!

    ‘Salina, of course, saw the finer points in the distinctions between Yvette and Lacey’s neck.

    Unfortunately you took away from this experience a sore butt – oh, and a darned good post.

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