Between that and her riding date only a week away, I thought it was high time to put her back out in the big pasture. The more energy she can work off before I get back on her the better.
Sunday afternoon was the day. We headed over in the afternoon with the plan of sending her out and sticking around a while to make sure she settled in. The herd has changed quite a bit in the two months since she has been out of the pasture with her best friend leaving and a few new additions. I wanted to make sure she would be ok.
|You look suspicious Gemmie|
|Why must you reach over the fence to drink? Can't you be normal and walk around to the other side to drink safely?|
First stop was the trailer to check her leg out.
|I couldn't be happier with how everything looks back here. No matter how bad the communication and outpatient care was, that surgeon did a darn good job in the OR.|
|Wyatt asked to get on her and when I took a step back I realized just how fat she has become on her medical leave.|
As I untied her I got the brilliant idea to try to capture her movement by hand trotting her and having Dusty video it. As you saw from yesterday's teaser post, it really wasn't necessary but I didn't know that at the time. To say Gem was UP would be an understatement. She was telling me loud and clear that she was ready. She is moving perfectly sound at the moment which is a big relief.
As I walked her back out and past her pen she nearly pulled me to the gate to the mare pasture. I made her calm the poop down and listen like a good mare. With the gate closed behind us, I took off her halter and held my breath.
As the videos show, she took off to greet the mares only to find out that they were not who she thought they were. Whoops! Once she realized that, she came flying back to me just as fast and stayed behind me pacing while she snorted and checked out the herd from a far.
I laughed and told her that she just happened to meet the new comers, but that the boss mare and several others were still the same. I don't think she believed me.
Even with the shoes on, she has a beautiful heel first landing. Being barefoot for so long coupled with her living arrangement has helped her to develop this and is my hope of being able to get her back out of those shoes once again.
Even fat, she is still the most gorgeous horse I have ever laid my eyes on.
Eventually I went and sat down half way between the gate and the mares who were at the very back of the pasture. I was hoping that she would chill out and decide to go meet them or that they would take an interest and come meet her. Neither happened and she settled in to graze peacefully behind me. I really enjoyed the warm early evening sun and peace of the farm and stayed there for 45 minutes.
It was my nephew's 5th birthday though and dinner was waiting. Time to be more pro active. I moved over to Gem and tried to get her to follow me over to the herd. She made it a quarter of the way and then beelined it back to the gate.
I apologized for abandoning her, but it was now apparent that as long as I stayed around she would have no interest in re joining the herd. This made my heart swell a thousand fold, believe me. My aloof mare who has never shown me much affection has finally, after 5 1/2 years, decided to let me in! Unfortunately, she can't come live inside my house and so she will need to learn to find her place once more in the herd. I left her with a big hug and a promise to return before dark to check on her.
When I returned, she was happily once again in with the herd. I would have loved to see if she went to them or they came to her. I am suspecting that they came to her because they were all now at the front of the pasture instead of the back. The other mares all pinned their ears when she walked around, but that should hopefully settle down once she finds her place. It will be interesting to see where she ends up. She always used to be bottom rung, but after her second 50 she came back with an attitude and became second in command. Time will tell.
As I left, the grassy lane looked so inviting. The gelding pasture is off to the right, the mares are behind the bushes on the left. This is a lovely hill going back up to the barn behind me to gallop on and Gem was just beginning to understand the glory of galloping under saddle when she got hurt. Someday soon.