I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Tanka in the Wind
I'm pretty proud of the fact that Tanka and I made it out to the round pen, even going down the driveway and back in the wind which was blowing pretty good. We did stops and backs and steps and a few turns and yield hind ends. I decided not to let the wind defeat me and I asked Tanka to step up to the mounting block.
I sat by the round pen with him and read a book for awhile. I wanted him to see that the wind isn't a problem and I wasn't worried. Tanka got some carrots and he decided to snack on the hay that was in there.
We finished up with a walk back to his home pen where I again asked him to pay attention to me by stopping, backing, etc. He looked so content when we got back.
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