This last weekend Wild Pink Yonder was invited to Didsbury for their rodeo. They wanted their “pink day” to be for us! Of course, we were honoured and made our plans (which included me getting a weekend pass from “jail”).
Well, don’tcha know, the weekend was wonderful! We took “the boys” (the same two Norwegian Fjords who put me in the hospital) and the wagon and off we went. Bob Marple went with us. (Remember Bob? He’s the cowboy poet from Fox Creek who joined us at Winfield, read his poetry at Village at Pigeon Lake and helped Rusty with all the driving.)
Saturday morning we hitched the team. They’d not been in harness since the day of the accident. (The harness was still in a frazzle because hubby wasn’t being all that careful when he removed it the day of the accident. *grin* But we straightened it out and off they went.) Bob was driving as I can’t get into the wagon (yet), much less drive! Raelene (Rusty’s girlfriend) rode along and threw candy to the kiddies. Rusty and Hubby walked beside the team … just in case, being as this was their first time back on the job. I was the official (but not very good) photographer who worked from the sidelines.
I was a proud Momma! “My boys” did us proud! There were as rock solid and Steady Eddy as I knew them to be. They were followed fairly closely by some idiot in a big truck who kept blowing his air horn. The boys were solid. There was a kid on a quad who kept circling. The boys were solid. Balloons? Solid. Kids darting out to catch candy? Solid. I was so proud of them!
And the kicker is: they won second prize!
There was another Norwegian Fjord in the parade! And she was pulling a smaller version of our wagon! She was a beauty … a mare … in better shape than my lazy tubbies who’ve done nothing all summer but eat … and she was just as calm and accepting of things as my boys. I tell you, it’s the breed. Love Fjords to bits!
And more! There were two other teams. Much bigger teams. These Belgians.
There was a team of well-behaved pintos as well. Tall. Nicely put together, though not heavy horses.
And then there were the worrisome things like …
Our boys didn’t even blink. It was wonderful.
That’s it for now. Talk later.