It's that time of year when our horse doesn't get brushed as regularly as he probably should...and the consequence is the formation of dreadlocks in his mane. E. and I spent a good 20 minutes trying to work two of these knotted hair clumps out this afternoon. We managed to untangle one but I finally succumbed to the use of scissors for the second. Luckily, those were the only two that had formed so far; we have vowed to be more vigilant in the future and not allow our horse to go so long between brushings.
It was supposed to be a lesson night but with the wind howling through the trees E. decided that she really didn't want to get up on Curly's back. It was nice to spend a more leisurely afternoon cleaning instead. We had been out to the barn on both Monday and Tuesday (to have hooves trimmed and deliver hay, respectively) but had not had time to take care of some basic, yet essential, chores.
The girls reached new heights, literally, on Monday in their pursuit of climbing all available hay stacks. While we loaded the truck up they climbed to the top of a stack of hay bales that was at least 25 feet tall. I couldn't watch.
