A trypical morning for me sees me waking up at around 4am. Hay (pun intended) a girl with horses has no time to waste at all.
After dressing in my most worn clothes (breeches and old T-shirt) I pulled on my boots, grabbed my already packed bag and patiently waited at the front door for what felt like forever.
Summer in Australia is somthing you do not want to be out and about in, trust me I live there!
In winter or any other season that was not summer I would usualy walk down the road to where we keep the horses. Acorns is my favourite place to be, mabye because the horses are there but also because it has a great vibe. Also lets just say im superstcious, all riders are. I guess doing such a dangerous sport you have to try and get all the luck on your side.
but anyway there is know way im walking in summer, I would be a crisp by the time I got there!
So anyway back to my morning
im standing waiting at the door for my mum to finaly decide now was a good time to leave.
In the car I used my time to finish my homeowork and eat a energy bar for breakfast, Before you start ranting about how i should be eating somthing much better for breaakfast, I know that ok! but as you riders out there know
I DONT HAVE TIME.
OK
Arriving at Acorns always ups my mood because any time soon I will be able to see my beautiful babies Weber my warmblood gelding, Tulip my preganant mare and of course El Macho my sassy little miniture stallion!
when god made El Macho he was about to put a drop of sass in and accidently droped the whole bottle of sass into my little man.
Jumping out of the car I wave good bye to mum and run to the feed room,
Weber gets a mix of Chaff, Oats and a calming mix of grains
Tulip has a scoop of oats and hay
El Macho has the same as Tulip.
I swear my muscles are huge just from caring around feed and hay bales, like WTF! and they say us riders do nothing except sit on a horse!
WHYYYY
Walking down to Weber's paddock all the horses come to the fence thinking im bringing there food wich I do some mornings for small fee of $5 per horse.
Weber comes galloping up to the fence. I missed him so much since I last saw him (last night). His beautiful white blaze coverd in dirt from him rolling, WHY DO I EVEN TRY TO KEEP HIM CLEAN.
ducking under the fence everything was perfect. Weber was eating his food calmly so I walked over and threw the rope I always carried over his nack and valted my self onto his back, where I just sat thinking. I find i think better with 17hands beneath me!
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