Posts Tagged ‘Dezirea’
Lovely Lips
It looks like Legacy has tried to apply some red lipstick, but it is just the result of what we have come to call our “horse-sicles.” Cyndie found a recipe that involves cutting up fruit, carrots, and celery and putting it in sugar-water that has some food coloring added, and then freezing it.
The first time we set some out, they gobbled them up overnight, and we didn’t have much chance to witness them enjoying the treats, so we have been saving the last two for a time when we could hang around and watch. Legacy was the only one inside the paddocks when we showed up, and the three chestnuts were happy where they were at in the big field, so he got first shot at the fruity-sweet popsicles all by himself.
We pulled up chairs and spent a little time lounging in the bright winter daylight of the cloudy afternoon, amid sprinkles of light falling snowflakes, and watched Legs savor the sweetness.
Earlier in the day, we had taken all 4 horses out at the same time for a walk through our woods. It is the first time since the horses arrived here that we have had enough experienced horse handlers available to do this. It was a challenge to walk in the snow, but the horses all behaved well and nobody got spooked, which is a testament to the handlers all remaining calm and projecting a confidence that communicated everything was safe and under control.
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I was the least experienced one of the bunch, and after leading Legacy out, Cyndie switched me off to get some pictures of everyone, and Jose took over the lead with Legs, Cyndie was with Hunter, Marco Sr. had Cayenne, and Dunia walked with Dezirea. After a switch, I ended up with Hunter and was able to experience the cooperative communication of being in charge of such a large animal who could easily toss me aside and do what he pleases.
After heading toward the labyrinth and then doing a loop through the woods, we strolled past Delilah’s kennel and she quietly and (mostly) calmly stood at her door watching the parade pass by. We then headed back down the hill and returned to the big field where we removed their harnesses after the gate was latched. Three of the four then proceeded to lay down and roll in the snow for a little bath.
We enjoyed a spectacular winter day with the horses, continuing to fulfill visions we had when news first arrived that the Morales family could come from Guatemala to visit us here over the holidays. We are feeling truly and richly blessed!
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Round Two
We get a second shot at a family Thanksgiving today, with “Hays” relations making the trip east to visit and meet our horses for the first time. It really is a colossal treat for us to have guests visit Wintervale, despite the urge to have everything looking perfectly-tended and thus our needing to vacuum endlessly. Delilah doesn’t seem to see the point of that, and quickly crushes a bone to dusty bits on the rug, or shreds the next available stuffed toy to distribute clouds of white fluff to and fro.
She can be very assertive about making her point, like right now how she is repeatedly moving my right hand off the keyboard with her head to demand I scratch her, so I have to type one letter at a time with my left hand. At least I have a good excuse why the post is my usual Sunday lateness in getting published for you all.
I do need to get to the vacuuming, and would like to clean the paddocks before guests arrive, so I will make this short today. I’ll leave you with this fun portrait that Elysa captured of me with Dezirea during Thursday’s Thanksgiving visit by Cyndie’s family. I was inside the paddock to encourage the horses to come down the fence line for treats offered by our visitors. Dezi was checking my hand, looking for a treat that wasn’t there.
Oh, that reminds me… Last night, Cyndie and I cut up apples, celery, parsley, oranges, added shredded carrots, floated them in sugar-water with a little food coloring, and froze them to make “treats” for the horses. It was a recipe Cyndie discovered somewhere. I am looking forward to seeing if they show interest in the strange bucket-sized popsicles.
Happy December to you all!
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Featuring Dezirea
As we have watched the horses going through the process of acclimating to their new home, we have witnessed a variety of interactions among the four. Out of all of them, Dezirea (pronounced dez-a-ray), has been the more skittish one. I’ve seen Hunter totally dominate her one day, and then I’ve seen her stand up for herself the day after. Lately, she can usually be found grazing in Legacy’s vicinity.
When the horses are moving into a paddock, or coming up for grain, she is usually the most timid about committing to the goal. As a result, she usually comes in last at whatever they are doing, but not always. She will occasionally pin her ears back and assert herself to the others, which seems to keep the triad of the chestnuts busy in their ongoing merry-go-round of testing who is in charge between them.
I watched her for a long time the other morning, when the herd was grazing in the middle of the big field. She seemed to have reached satisfaction with the amount she had eaten, and stood with her head up, while the others continued to munch away at the grass. Eventually, it appeared that she was resigning herself to a well-deserved mid-morning nap in the warm sunlight.
Dezirea has the most markings of the three chestnuts. She has a blaze on her face, a stocking on her left front leg, and an anklet (half pastern) on her right front leg. She is the only one of the herd who hasn’t been ridden, as her primary duties were as a brood mare.
I wouldn’t be surprised if, when things settle down once and for all for the herd here, Dezirea asserts herself in a role of matriarch, sharing some of the leadership with Legacy. She certainly has my respect for putting up with all the crap the other two have been dishing out since they arrived.
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