Who ever knew that it would be such a difficult task to find a good home for my horse? Since Romy and I have been together the poor guy has had to move around a fair bit and I can’t figure out if he really minds it.
There are lots of considerations when choosing a barn – is it well managed, food easily accessible, water always fresh? are there good accessible trails? is there a good community of riders to hack (pleasure ride) with? Those are my main concerns but I’m not sure what his are.
The first move was not so difficult – just down the street, with horses he knew.
The second was necessary because I had moved over an hour away and wasn’t seeing him enough. He called for his old herd for a couple of days and I visited him twice a day for weeks to try and reassure him.
Well now that barn has transformed into a cooperative, which means that among other chores you take turns shovelling stalls for 14 horses…not my idea of enjoying my horse. He once again joined a couple of horses he knew, owned by mature women like me who had moved because they too didn’t want to do the barn work.
The trails at our new place are breathtaking – rolling fields with the Blue mountains in the distance and leafy lanes leading to deep forests. I wonder if he resents leaving his pals behind though and if after all this time he thinks of me as part of his herd?