I haven't actually taken much time to do anything with either horse. I wish I could blame the weather but we've had some pop-up thunderstorms that have made it almost down-right pleasant in the evenings.
After my less than stellar ride on Sunday, I've been focused mainly on connection with Cricket. For whatever reason, she sees no point in making any effort whatsoever to come to me. For any reason.
I'm just a smidge jealous of anyone who's horse comes to them with enthusiasm. Any romantic visions of my horse galloping from lush fields just to be near me has been summarily shattered and I believe Cricket is rolling in the ashes of that pipe dream. Oh well, not taking it personally. That is going to change.
Yesterday, Allison and I were out amongst the horses checking on Dillon's leg. With the exception of one, all the horses were milling at the entrance to the runs. Three guesses who wasn't there.
I called to her once or twice but apparently it is true that grass makes a horse deaf. No worries, I gave cookies to Bleu and loved on her a little. It must have finally dawned on Cricket that free access to grass does not trump fleeting access to cookies. She came right to me, was very respectful of Bleu and I proceeded to give both horses cookies.
With my last cookie, I asked Cricket for a circle (no halter, no stick - not a thing with which to back up my request. She complied and when I asked for the trot, she was pretty responsive and gave me a soft trot. I disengaged her, gave her the cookie and a scratch and walked off. She followed me all the way back to the barn.
Hmm, how interesting. What part of that caused her to want to follow me?
Oh, a note about Bleu . . . Monday Dillon got momentarily hung in the fence (that's what happens when a stoopid gelding rolls right next to the fence line). He panicked, the fence snapped and all the horses went a little squirrely. In the midst of Dillon running/limping around with an "I meant to do that" head twirl, my sweet Bleu ran right up to me. Oh that was precious.