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It didn’t take long for Cyndie to step in it. The horses are here!

What an amazing experience. We enjoyed a flawless delivery. The herd quickly adjusted to their new home and went right to grazing. What a joy to behold. These 4 make a perfect group. Since there was no reason to break them up, we decided to remove the gate between the two paddocks and let them have full access to both.

The horses are Arabians. We have two mares and two geldings. Dezirea was a brood mare. Cayenne is her daughter, but is larger in size. (I’m told the father was a big horse.) Hunter is a gelding who grew up with Cayenne. He got kicked in the head when he was born. He is a bit slow, as in, it takes him longer to learn things, but he is a gentle giant. Those three are all chestnuts. Dezirea has one white knee-high sock. Hunter has one white anklet. Cayenne has no socks. The remaining horse is Legacy, and he is a gray. He is the leader of the herd.

For the most part, they appeared very relaxed with their situation, but it was apparent that they were on alert to sounds or actions. They were very easy to startle.

After a short time of just letting them graze freely, we used carrots to entice them to come check out the automatic waterer. When it would turn on to refill, they would jump back in surprise, but it didn’t take long at all before they accepted it as a harmless noise.

When we went to check on them after dinner, in the early evening darkness, we found them up near the barn overhang. They seemed to be hovering there, but not really coming in under the roof. We turned on a light and stepped out to see them, and discovered they were hesitant to step on the strip of rocks that protect the drip-line of the roof. Our presence seemed to give them strength, and Legacy crossed the barrier. Once he did that, they all followed suit.

It was hard to say goodnight at the end of the day.

And what a day it was.

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