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Apr. 17th, 2005 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickThe view for today was very satisfying. Nick did another stellar job at pretending to be a real riding horse. La took Mezcal along and hopped on her, first time ever for being ridden. She did a good job, quite solid about the whole thing. So that's one ride under Mezcal's belt. Good deal. Liss rode Absolut because both of her riding horses (Martini and Elklin) are hugely pregnant at the moment. She got along with Absolut quite well, made happy noises about going on with riding her the five months or so until the babies (not yet born) are weaned. That should work out well on both ends. Absolut needs to be ridden and Liss needs something to ride. All in all, it was a really pleasant, satisfying day out on the horse. So, y'know, yay.
Here is a track I saw in the woods today:
What is it a track of? For our city-dwelling friends, here is a fairly unsubtle hint. I'm not Chief Brilliant Tracker, here, people. I got to see rather a lot of unsubtle hints that you don't get to see. I have many advantages that all ya'll don't, but you should be able to figure it all out. I have faith.
I was going to take pictures of all manner of tracks in the woods because I was thinking of that really annoying greeting card poem favored by the sort of religious people who think I drink infant's blood and conduct black rites at midnight as part of being an atheist. (Note to the holier-than-thou: I'm asleep at midnight because I have to get up at oh-dark-hundred for my jay oh bee. If I'm engaging in black rites, which I will neither confirm nor deny, they'd be the kind that get finished early enough for me to be home and in bed by 10:30.) Footprints in the sand, though, so I trust you can see where I'm going with this. *sigh* It made sense to me, at least. The thing is, though, that taking pictures of footprints in the sand is a fucking bitch and if there's a knack to it, it's a knack I don't yet have. Research on that front continues.
Also, I discovered, paging through the pictures on my computer, that I have a lot of cute stuff that never made it to my web page of pictures. This is probably because I suck. I need to do something about that so that all ya'll can go O Flower of Scotland!
Here is a track I saw in the woods today:
What is it a track of? For our city-dwelling friends, here is a fairly unsubtle hint. I'm not Chief Brilliant Tracker, here, people. I got to see rather a lot of unsubtle hints that you don't get to see. I have many advantages that all ya'll don't, but you should be able to figure it all out. I have faith.
I was going to take pictures of all manner of tracks in the woods because I was thinking of that really annoying greeting card poem favored by the sort of religious people who think I drink infant's blood and conduct black rites at midnight as part of being an atheist. (Note to the holier-than-thou: I'm asleep at midnight because I have to get up at oh-dark-hundred for my jay oh bee. If I'm engaging in black rites, which I will neither confirm nor deny, they'd be the kind that get finished early enough for me to be home and in bed by 10:30.) Footprints in the sand, though, so I trust you can see where I'm going with this. *sigh* It made sense to me, at least. The thing is, though, that taking pictures of footprints in the sand is a fucking bitch and if there's a knack to it, it's a knack I don't yet have. Research on that front continues.
Also, I discovered, paging through the pictures on my computer, that I have a lot of cute stuff that never made it to my web page of pictures. This is probably because I suck. I need to do something about that so that all ya'll can go O Flower of Scotland!
