Well, the beauteous one hopped in her travelling box and is gone from our lives. Doc's broken-hearted bellow could be heard in upper New York state. The four females went for another forest tour this morning before she packed her tack box and I still remain puzzled by this overwhelming desire to commune with nature. They found an enormous dead toad on one trail and that is simply not my idea of a fun time in the woods. Yechhhh.
Things are back to their usual tranquil pace and that's probably best for everyone's nerves, especially Jack, who has been gazing at Annie non-stop since her arrival on Saturday. He's exhausted and maybe now he can stop trying to hold his stomach in. We had an ungodly downpour last night and poor Annie got stuck in it in the front paddock. We helped in her rescue by calling loudly while her human braved the elements to rescue her. Doc would not come in, even for his dinner, until she was safely in the run-in. Annie was so scared and cold we thought she would shake herself to death but she quickly revived and scarfed her dinner.
The humans are very pleased with the 25km ride they did with the other hundred pairs of horses and humans. They raised around twenty thousand dollars altogether and plan to do it again next year. All that walking - I wouldn't do it if you paid ME twenty thousand dollars. They didn't even have Sherpas to carry their lunches.