...I laughed at how having horses stalled at night is not the end of the world! Here's some bright spots:
*How therapeutic I find the job. It seems all my senses open up when I'm working out or around the barn. The sounds of the breeze, birds, horses, etc., are like a chorus of joy to my soul. I always walk back into the house feeling good. I find I enjoy doing this task first thing in the morning, before coffee or breakfast. It's a great way to start a day.
*We've had an unusual number of wind storms and heavy rains. It's a good feeling to know "The Boys" are tucked into the barn at night when the rain is going sideways and/or the wind is howling. Knowing they are safe and sound (and quiet) gives us a sense of peace (and makes sleeping easier).
*Turning them out in the AM and bringing them in at PM gives J (the AM Guy) and me (the PM Gal) more opportunity to interact with them as opposed to when they were turned out full time in the large summer pasture. They are now "automated" to walking (quietly) out or into their stalls. No drama, lead ropes or halters. This has also given us an opportunity to get to know more about Gal whom we haven't done much with (yet). It's apparent that someone loved this horse and spent time with him. He's an easy going guy and comes with a great set of ground manners. I'm thinking those attributes will be handy when we start to ride him.
*J tells of his arrival to the barn in the AM. He opens the door and calls out "Good Morning"! Initially he would arrive to find what appeared to be empty stalls. But when he peered inside he found both horses down on their sides, sound to sleep (and snoring). These days as he calls out he's met with bumps and thumps as two sleepy-eyed horses covered from head to toe in shavings pop up from their beds.
*We are in deep winter and darkness comes around 4 PM. I'm currently not riding like I did last year and although I take one or two walks each day; I find my upper body muscles have been losing their tone. My new morning routine has firmed me back up. I not only clean the stalls but prep them for the evening return, leaving grain as the only task left to be done at night. This makes evenings, when dinner is cooking and time is more limited, quick and simple.
*Speaking of bringing them in. As the days have passed with their new routine of being stalled at night, they now bring themselves in. Last night I got out a little late to find Elvis already standing inside his stall with a look of "where's my grain"? Gal was standing in the loafing shed outside his entrance to the barn; he knocked on the door to be let in.
So let the shavings fall where they may, because work is part of having horses. Speaking of that, it's about time to head out to the barn for the evening shift. Looking forward to seeing and handling My Boys!