I think I've cleared this up on the blog previously but just in case I didn't, a reminder that Rushcreek Aurora will be called Rory around the barnyard. It was a nickname my birth father called me as a kid and something I haven't used or heard since; it seems an appropriate nickname for this new little filly since we certainly can't both march around being Aurora's. ;-)
The first 2 days Rory had eyes only for the herd. The third day she began to watch my movements around the property. By the fourth day she had begun immediately noting my voice and heading for the gate, helped into that habit by hog-let fenceline sharer Desire, who perv-whinnies at me and rushes the gate every time I appear in case I'm en route to fulfilling my sole purpose on earth, i.e. feeding her.
oh Hey, morning, whatcha doin?
pause for scratches
She is also a fan of naps! And naps taken in/next to breakfast are generally preferable:
***Crazy Wiener dog Interlude!!***
Wilbur laying in a ditch
Kodiak excavates the other end ;-)
I had planned to spend what was a gorgeous, sunny, not-too-hot Sunday yesterday riding *the other Rushcreek* (totally tickled to type that! <3 ) Scrap at the lake, seeing how my next-in-line saddle fit was going.
ho-hum, saddle fitting is boring
fleabitten Scrappy grey makes saddle marks easy to see! not!
Easier to see wet, or highlighted
With the NASTR 75 mile literally 3 weeks away my next saddle solution was to go to the Specialized Trailmaster I use on Blaze. As I stared gloomily into my tack room thinking about the unsquashed fitting cushions of the correct width that I *didn't* have, I realized that I still did have the leather western Abetta saddle that we happily finished both very hilly days at Mendo Magic with. I was super excited about that possibility and got my husband to help me shanghai stirrup leathers on the Abetta instead of fenders--then I put the saddle up on Scrappy without a pad and discovered that he had very much indeed changed shape with all that fitness in the last few months and the Abetta didn't fit in the shoulders at all.
Specialized it is, then. I dug out the old 3/4" fitting cushions I used for Desire and gloomily assessed them. I knew the cushions were too thick, except where they were too thin from apparent stirrup bar pressure..
I was still determined to piece together some sort of fit, but next realized I'd butchered every shim ever and there weren't even going to be shims to use--until I remembered my last hoarder spot, the ride vet bag in the horse trailer, where I found these, complete with god light and angels singing:
Except for that whole wrong fitting cushions part. After making a bad fit worse with the shims, I decided it was actually a mighty fine day for brushing and hoof trimming instead. And my tack room looked like this, post World War Saddle:Funder promptly replied that she had 1/2" unsquashed Specialized fitting cushions and would be UPS'ing them to me in the morning. Endurance buddies!! <3 <3
So no riding this past weekend, but after chatting with Funder, somewhat calmer horse contemplation, and now, watching for the UPS man obsessively.
Sweet, no work! Scrap doesn't mind
RC Rory thinks it's not too shabby being a California girl!