The wild stallions

It's definelty spring, you can tell by the way the horses start behaving. They suddenly have energy to be annoying. Boys start noticing girls, and the girls suddenly start flirting across the fence right back at them. There is galloping and bucking, play fighting, and everything is jovial again. It's not just the horses either, I can suddenly start to breathe sigh of releif, I've survived another winter. I hate winter, the mud and rain and constant chill.

But september and October bring there own challenges, mainly becase our valley turns into a wind tunnel, the barn roof moans and groans constantly as the gusts try to peel the sheets of tin off their frame work. Riding outside every day, your skin starts to get the rough, red and raw feeling, windburn, and about this time every year you start thinking the rain and cold wasn't really so bad, as you become exhausted from fighting the gust all day.

The horses are all starting to shine too, fatter, full of energy and their hairy coats start to disappear. All the young horses suddenly rocket up in height and spring spurs one massive growth spurt. Despite the wind the wild horses are shaping into good looking horses.
Their changing to in more than appearance, Miro especially is starting to get a deeper more manly voice on him, and gives a deep low whinny to every girls who looks his way.
 The pecking order in the herds is getting re-established, with younger boys just testing the boundaries and who really is boss. This needs to be done and the older stallions/geldings like bear and Matai, quickly push the young upstart back in their place and keep the herd functioning properly.

Although we don't have wild babies due this year, our other broodmares are not to far away, which is always exciting. Plus there's horse shows every weeekend, and I'm have taken overcomiment to a whole new level, with eight horses in work, a farm to run, wild horses to train, and just me to do it all. Spring is always busy, and the more I work hopefully the more bills I can off, plus sleep is for when your dead anyway, who needs it when your young.