Showing posts with label ghost horse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ghost horse. Show all posts

Monday, April 16, 2007

Think, think, think


Drive By Shooting from Oregon. Loved the gold colors!


Okay. Home from vacation, finished with the youth fair. Not sure I'm fully recovered, but I'm forcing myself to put on my thinking cap and dole out some thinking awards.

First off, though, I want to thank Dorothy (no, that's Kahshe Cottager), RoseMary and Sue for dumping...er, graciously thinking of me and giving me that lovely award! No, really, I'm just joking about the dumping part. I really do appreciate that you thought of me. I was just so overwhelmed by getting two in one day, the a third the next...and I knew I'd have to start thinking. Thinking scares me. But...thinking is what I've done. And here are the first five Thinking Blogger's I'm graciously handing this award to!


Granny Miller: Granny Miller always makes me think when I visit her blog. Her thoughts can be very thought provoking, she writes poetically, and today she's showing everyone how to make butter. The butter sealed the thinking award deal, as she got me thinking I needed a cream separator to make butter with.

Dixie: Dixie popped on over here after seeing a comment I'd left for Slick. I don't recall how I found Slick, but I'm glad Dixie found me! Dixie, without knowing it, I suspect, has reminded me of God's incredible grace. Dixie also reminds me that we're all a bunch of jagged, sharp rocks thrown into tumblers to get smooth. Currently, she's in a tiny tumbler with one particularly sharp rock. Honey, I feel for you, I really do! You're in my prayers and I know you'll come through, all nice and polished and pretty!

Dan: Dan has a Blah-Blah-Blog. Dan makes me laugh. Not booger laughs, but he's so danged clever! Loved his video of doing taxes. But what Dan makes me think of most is cemeteries. And why is that? Well, Dan posted to my cemetery blog before he posted to anything else around here, saying he also enjoyed them and had photos of them. I cannot for the life of me find those photos of Dan's. I keep hunting through his photo albums, but so far no cemeteries. But hey, half the fun of cemeteries is in the search, right?


Vicki: The first time I visited Vicki's blog, I was taken~no, swallowed~by the photo in her header. A fence with a bit of horsey hair stuck on it. Yes, it swallowed me whole. I'm sure City Boy would barely have noticed it, but you know, right then and there I was certain Vicki was destined to be a friend. I hadn't even read a single word she'd said! Headers are very telling. Vicki has a new header now, and I think it's booger worthy. I swear I snorted boogers when I came home from vacation and read her new header.

Jocelyn: This is a funny lady. She should have won Diesel's recent caption contest. She's already got a thinking blogger award, but I need to pass the buck here, and Jocelyn, you're getting it. But you so deserve it. Why? Because you've made me think that perhaps the Booger Award ought to merge with the Thinking Award, and we'd have a Thinking Booger Award. Sounds like a match made in...um...well... Sorry, can't think of where it's made. I'm all thunk out.

And that, dearies, is it for my first round of Thinkers. Five down, ten to go. But not today. And not tomorrow, either. Because we've got funner stuffs to do, right? Right. Like manipulate photos so they appear different than they really are.

Do ghosts have shadows?




I think you could easily say I've become a little obsessed with this horse! I think I may need him just for the photographic opportunities alone!

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Wild Horses Keep Dragging Me Away...

I promised more wild ones, and here they are!



Wild Wrangler jumps onto tractor to snatch up a bit of alfalfa...
(What, you don't think the wrangler is wild? Okay, you're right, he was domestic...)

Tuesday morning, while City Boy and Darling slept, I snuck out of the hotel and back to the corrals. It was feeding time, so the tractor and trailer were making their way from corral to corral, tossing off huge flakes of the greenest alfalfa for the horses. When the guys saw me out with my camera, they began tossing the hay along the fence line hoping the horses would come up a bit closer for me. Wasn't that sweet of them?

This weekend there's an adoption in Salem, Oregon. Wranglers were separating a group of horses that would be going. On the far left is a sorrel horse with a dark mask. He kinda reminds me of Quiet Storm; at least he's got the same shape to his face. I find the mask very interesting, and wonder if he'll shed out differently?
Wranglers moving horses through the corrals.


I've become quite fond of this little ghost horse through the photographs. Hasn't he got a sweet face? I almost think I'll have to email for some details on him. Being as how he's a ghost horse, City Boy will never notice when he's added to the pasture...right? And if he does, I can just tell him it's an over grown sheep...

Blue Eyed Ghost Horse


Okay, do you know how many pictures I took of this red roan? Neither do I, but it was a lot. He stuck pretty much to himself at this end of the corral, looking longingly over the fence at his neighbors. I suspect the neighbors may have been women. They were probably his harem before his manhood was abruptly stolen away.

The roan and Ghost alongside each other. You can see how much taller the roan is than the rest of the herd.


Morning breath

The horses were quite active, what with me sitting alongside their feed! They'd canter over to eat, then spot me crouched down on the other side of the panel. Snort, snort, and off they'd go!


Freedom!


This grulla is one of the horses used by the wranglers...or at least that's my guess. When we drove into the holding area, the gates were closed with a note that said 'close them behind you'. We soon found out why. This guy, plus a couple others, were free to come and go out of their holding corral. Isn't he beautiful?

Okay...have I bored you enough with wild horse photos? Perhaps you just need a break. We are back home, after all, and things are happening on the farm. I got an email from Margery, and another of her ewes has lambed, so Carrot is a pappa again. I've got pictures, of course, and they'll be up tomorrow. Plus...Darling got a new critter. Wait until you see it!

Have a terrific Saturday, everyone!