Today was a day for family time — breakfast at the historic Portage Point Inn, followed by an afternoon of horseback riding.
From left are myself, he who tames flying monkeys, Delta, Gamma, Annie, Mike, and Teddy. I’m riding Mustang Sally, so named because she was adopted from the wild. She’s a spirited little sweetie who kept the stable owner busy because she could either untie the halter from the post, or slip her head out of the halter altogether, and wander freely about.
I love horses; they’re a lot like big dogs. If you’re firm but kind and offer positive reinforcements, they’re loyal and playful.
Afterward, we visited with Grandma and Mark, drank hot chocolate, and let the kids run around the farm with the ATV. Their two feet of snow melted earlier in the week so there isn’t any sledding or snowmen (yet), but it’s relaxing and we’re having a wonderful time.
“…they’re a lot like big dogs. If you’re firm but kind and offer positive reinforcements, they’re loyal and playful.”
Sounds a bit like how one tames a flying monkey. 😉
“…they’re a lot like big dogs. If you’re firm but kind and offer positive reinforcements, they’re loyal and playful.â€
That burn hay for no good reason and don’t bring a whole lot of money on the hoof.
Cows and hogs, now there is some action. At least the hay and corn are burned for good reason. $$$$$$
But riding a cow isn’t nearly as much fun. I’m too tenderhearted by far to ever succeed as a farmer, because the cows and pigs would end up as pets and I couldn’t eat them.
Baby pigs are every bit as much fun as puppies, and just as cuddly.
Yeah, they are but they sure make good ham sandwiches. ;). Riding a cow was fun; for Otis. 🙂
Hay burners are ok, and some money can be made with them. However, for a good ol’ country boy that had to put up about 3k bales of hay per year, 25 acres of corn, and untold fields of soybeans to feed hogs, cows, and two or three hay burners at a time the work required for the money is about even. None are very profitable, horses are at the bottom.
It was fun though in college when on Thursday night my roommate and I broke out a T-bone or Sirloin to cook on that hibachi grill on the dorm balcony. All the other guys would just walk up and down the balcony to smell that fresh steak and wonder how we got to eat a steak every week. Most were living on popcorn and Koolaid.
Have a good holiday and enjoy the horse rides and such.