Out To Pasture
Well I finally got my Fat Boy out on pasture. I’ve spent over 3 weeks waiting for the grass to age and getting his gut adjusted and today was the day.
I left my camera behind, because of last years lacking performance. Follow along as I take you back about 1 year. There I was, camera in hand, anxiously anticipating his full blown glee, with much galloping and bucking. Only to be disappointed as he sedately munched his way around without so much as a squeal of joy.
So of course this year with no camera to document it, he performed a perfect re-enactment of a wild mustang roundup. Complete with a full tilt gallop and ending with a charge accompanied by much snorting and tossing of his wind blown hair. (heavy sigh)
The above photo was a bit later and a good example of what I got last year.
The latest painting
As it is Sunday I came in to work on my latest cow painting. Make that start my latest cow painting. Turns out the fixative was not sufficient. It helped but still was inadequate. So I retraced my drawing over onto an older sheet of handmade paper. Alas I haven’t gotten very far with it and frankly I think I may have bitten off a little more than is humanly possible, since I leave for my first art fair of the season in a few short days. When I make some progress on it, I’ll post what I’ve done.
Tags: chicory
What a beautiful horse Chicory is. Do you ride him?
If you don’t post before hand, I hope you have a great time at your art fair, with good weather and good sales.
I exhibit some of my ceramics for the first time this weekend! I’m really excited! (More so than with the paintings, because this time I feel I have something to show that I can really be proud of.) You heard it here first!
He is my “Handsome Boy” (that’s my usual greeting for him.)
I haven’t ridden in such a long time that at this point we’ll have to start all over. He is of such a sweet nature that it is quite possible I could just hop on and go.
Oddly I had someone ask to work with him a few weeks back. They just moved here and no longer had horses. They were on the farm and kinda fell in love with him. I eventually declined for liability issues. They promised to sign a waver (for their safety) but I was thinking more about what if Chicory got hurt. Even if it was through no fault of there own, I would hate them for it (as in break out some voo-doo dolls or something) and I’d never forgive myself. Still. . . was tempted.
Good luck at your event. I’ll pop over to see what you’ve got to say about it on your blog.
I understand you position on the riding, entirely. I bet he would be as sweet as ever if you hopped on. That is how my Buddy is — it is the second ride where is says “wait a minute, let’s not make a habit of this” only getting a little stubborn and trying to rub you off a bit until you let him know that you are serious. Been a long time for me, too. Thanks for showing us a recent picture of him. Angela