Took off from fishing this weekend to get fifty bales off the trailer and stacked in the feed room. I am officially soft! Three-four bales then stop and pant for awhile. My sore places have sore places. Just glad we don’t have a zoo full anymore.
The last year my Dad was still riding, we over wintered nine horses in same barn only housing five now.
And I don’t even ride anymore. I’m nuts, but they’re family. Good horses, but with some bad ways I put up with. Don’t figure they would fare well if sold.


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