The neighbors rang in the new year with "firecrackers", more like explosives, Scrappy rang in the new year with vomit, and I rang in the new year with a sinus infection. I staggered down to the barn in the morning to find two injured horses. Lostine was limping and Rock had a cut with dried blood running down his leg. The neighbors were more obnoxious than ever. It sounded like they were exploding dynamite right next to my barn. I was too sick to sit with the horses, so they just had to ride it out on their own. The animal shelter reported in the morning how many cats and dogs were injured in relation to fireworks in our area. That number didn't even include all the pets that ran away from home. Why do we do this again?
It rained most of New Year's Day. I went down to the barn in the late afternoon to clean, and allowed the horses a couple of hours to roam free and get their ya-yas out. Rock was biting and chasing everyone, which led to an upheaval, and he found himself being attacked instead. Bombay was chasing him, and Rock was running along the fence with Bombay at his flank. He came upon a water trough blocking his path, so he jumped it.
It was the most beautiful, perfectly executed jump I'd ever seen from any of my horses. The water trough is between 2 and 3-feet high and about 3-feet long. Rock looked like a Grand Prix horse. Years ago, I use to set up little jumps at my old place and both lunged and rode the horses over them. It was a lot of fun. I'm thinking that if I can keep that trespassing neighbor off my property, I'll try doing that again now that I have a bigger arena. I've been losing interest in trail riding because all the storms we've had this year keep blowing cholla balls onto the trails. I spend more time golfing them off than I do riding. It's kind of like trying to part a sea of porcupines. I don't have to worry about that in my arena.