Raindrops Were Fallin'

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head.

And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed.

Nothin' seems to fit.

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'.....

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun. And I said I didn't like the way he got things done. Sleepin' on the job.

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'. But there's one thing I know. The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me. It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head. But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red. Cryin's not for me, cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'......

I hadn't seen my horse in two weeks. That has been the longest I've gone since last winter! Sunday was supposed to be the better weather day out of the weekend....it was not. But other than a light drizzle and puddles in the arena, all was well.

My Boy was fairly easy to catch. While he watched, I cleaned his turnout shed first. Then we played cat and mouse a bit. I staying calm and relaxed, approached, rubbed him on the neck, then walked away. Eventually, when he stopped turning away from me, I took him by the halter and snapped the lead rope on. Then, we worked on haltering over the breakaway. He remembered what we worked on a few weeks ago and was really good today. He dropped his head when I put light pressure on the bridge of his nose, pushed his nose into the halter, and stayed relaxed as I put my arm over for the crownpiece....his nose was practically already on the ground looking for reinforcement. I don't care if I have to cookie him after every haltering for the rest of his life, as long as he doesn't pull back. We'll work on this all winter, until I can get him to drop his head on command, along with some round pen work to get respect. By spring, once the pasture has dried up, my goal is to remove the breakaway halter and go back to catching him while halter-less. I can't play the chase-the-stinker-until-he's-tired game right now, it's too risky to have him running all over the slippery muddy pasture.

I really don't mind bundling up and working with my horse at this time of the year. As long as its not pouring. I like the sight of the fall leaves, the soft drip of rain from the trees, the smell of someones wood stove in the air. It's a quiet, peaceful time. I know that I will soon get to go inside, put on warm dry clothes, and curl on the couch with a mug of cocoa. And, that I'll be feeling content that I made the effort to spend some time with my favorite equine friend, even when just staying in and having that cocoa was probably my first choice for a wet Sunday afternoon.

Because I'm free....... Nothin's worryin' me......