Today, Lee and I took the road less traveled through the great forests of Mississippi and Alabama. I managed all my meetings so far and have been able to get work done, even with occasional sketchy internet.
A wild scabious plant.
I started out taking pictures of flowers near our hotel. I found an empty lot with excellent weeds. This hotel didn’t have roses, but there were a couple of cute cultivated flowers.
I have to say, though, that it was just so darned fun to drive on a practically empty road through state forests bordered by riotous wildflower displays. Lee was nice enough to stop a few times so I could get photos of plants I’d been interested in from looking out the car window.
From a distance this gorgeous cogon grass was very stinking. And it’s striking up close. This very bright verbena covered the roadside with splashes of fun.
Those two were the ones I was most curious about. But the coreopsis and others below made the DeSoto National Forest and surrounding area fascinating and a balm for my soul. Enjoy some samples.
Cogon grass and verbenaGrass in the windHow cogon grass looks from the roadCloverFleabane and coreopsis Black-eyed SusanFleabane was prevalent, too. Field scabious An onion or garlic of some kindSelf heal-what a cool plantCrimson cloverCoreopsis-it’s everywhere Golden aster?
Lee took a more distant view at our longer stop. I look like I was having fun!
The river wasn’t labeled
I saw lots of trees and other plants but they made rather snooze-worthy images. Now Lee wants photos of small towns. I’ll see if I can look up.
So, Lee and I are headed to our yearly South Carolina condo stay. We left after work yesterday to get a few hours in, and stopped at the same Hampton Inn we stayed in last year.
It has beautiful plants around it.
When we got there, one front desk person was on the phone. She had obviously been on the phone a long time, helping someone with a complex reservation. I was so impressed at her kindness and support for the person on the phone.
Snappy!
Meanwhile, I discovered I’d made my reservation for the wrong day. The young goth guy helping me was just great about fixing the error, which was made harder by the fact that I’d used points to make the reservation. He, too, was cheerful, friendly, and patient. It made me feel so much better.
Feeling rosy
Then, we realized a dude had been waiting behind us a long time. The phone call finally ended, and the front desk woman started to help us, but we said to help that guy. He was SO nice about having to wait, saying he’d had the same problem. We all ended up laughing and talking. What could have been a group of annoyed people ended up being uplifting.
They had dewberries, too.
Once we deposited our stuff, we headed over to the pizza place we ate at last year, where we had loved the calzones. Lee suggested we sit outside to eat. Our server ended up being the manager.
We had fun!
Well, the manager, named Leigh or Lee, made our meal a true joy. We had such fun talking with her about her life, adventures in the hospitality industry, and what it’s like to be the child of a very outgoing father (she and I are). The calzones with Cajun seasoning were great, too.
There are shrimp in there.
At the end of the meal, Leigh/Lee told us she’d been bummed that she had to come in to work, but that we’d made her evening great.
I guess I was happy, since I made this weird Snapchat.
I’m so glad we’d been able to meet and enjoy conversation. It was the end of the evening, so the crowd had thinned. She was able to do all her work AND meet new people. We got great food and laughed at all her stories.
I hope our trip continues to feature kindness, good service, and patience. Not being so stressful about COVID helps, for sure.
For the five of you who read my review of Horse Brain, Human Brain from this morning, you might find what happened this afternoon really interesting.
Not me. I’m a hen.
The author of that book, Janet Jones, claimed that horses can learn from observing other horses. She shared that she’d seen horses learn to open gates and do ground work just by watching. I didn’t think I’d seen that before. Well, I saw it today!
Kathleen and I were measuring Mabel with the horse height tool we’d found. (16 hands) we accidentally left a gate open, and of course everyone except Dusty went out. We were fine with it, because we knew they’d come back at feeding time.
We’re free.
I ended up out there with them for a while, because I was urgently searching for the beverage cup I’d left somewhere out there. I wanted to take it on my upcoming trip.
I was too slow. Buh.
I watched Mabel as she purposefully strode across the grass. Where was she going? She went to the new trailer! What? She looked all over it for treats.
The grass IS greener here.
Now, she has never been through trailer friendliness training. Only Apache has. She was watching! Wow.
Any more treats on this thing?
By the way, in a minute, Apache walked right up to his former enemy and thoroughly checked it out. Looks like I did a good job with the trailer thing. Now to cut out the treats and just do praise, as Jones suggested.
Freedom. For a while.
I love it when you get validation of new knowledge so quickly. Thanks for escaping, horses.
There haven’t been many book reports lately, thanks to all that knitting of baby blankets I’ve been doing in my off times. But I did manage to get through Horse Brain, Human Brain, by Janet L. Jones, and I’m glad I did.
Anyone who rides, trains, or just loves horses will want to read this book, because it sure helps you understand what’s going on in the “noggins” (the word Jones uses repeatedly) of our equine friends. It will make interacting with them much more successful and rewarding.
I have to like Jones. Once I read her biography and saw that she wrote her dissertation on how brains process ambiguous words, I knew she was a like-minded soul in more than just mutual love of horses. (Little known fact, after pragmatics and syntax, my favorite subject in my academic career was neurolinguistics. I came very close to studying that in grad school. I guess everything would have been different, so I’ll just drop that tangent.)
I have a brain? Whoa.
Readers of this book will find a lot about how brains and neurons work, but Jones does a great job of explaining technical terms in ways that are relatable to your average horse-loving human. She also provides a great glossary you can use if you forget what the hypothalamus does, or something akin to that.
My brain tells me to eat more grass. It makes me happy, as you can tell. Dopamine.
You’ll also find stories of real people and real horses to back up the scientific information Jones shares, which really helps you see how knowing the way a horse thinks can help you with your own horses.
I have to say that my biggest takeaway was that horses don’t have prefrontal cortex. Zero. None. That’s the part of the brain that lets us plan and evaluate a course of action before doing something. A horse, as a prey animal, can’t afford to mull over the options when a mountain lion is approaching. They need to run first and think later. Just knowing that little tidbit helped me a lot.
Pardon me, but when is the donkey brain book coming out?
The other part of the book that fascinated me was her assertion that horses and humans are two of the few (if not the only) examples of two different animals communicating instantly, almost as one, which is what a good horse and rider pair do. Jones explains how our brains and muscles coordinate in a feedback loop to each other.
I’m hoping Jones’s work encourages more research into how the equine brain works, even though horses do not make ideal research subjects (they are expensive to maintain and not particularly interested in cooperating!).
Want to know more? Get this book. I’m glad Tarrin recommended it to her students. Even if you aren’t a horse person, the information on how our brains work together is just plain interesting.
It isn’t summer yet, but Drew went off to Camp Wild Type yesterday, like a little man.
I’m gonna cry cause you’re making me leave.
Really, what’s happening is that I’m going out of town later this week, and Sara offered to take care of him most of the time I’m gone, since she has a really healthy pasture someone needs to nosh on while Aragorn deals with some issues. It’s like going to camp!
Camp? With food? You can see my ribs, you know.
We walked over to Sara’s property, and Drew was such a gentleman. I never had to pull on his lead, he never bumped into me, and he walked with me. That boy has learned. Even when he neighed, he paid attention to me. I was so proud. Once we got there he went to meet Lakota, the older palomino gelding who she’s taking care of in his retirement years.
Hey there.
We were a little worried, as you are when two strange horses meet. But these guys just sniffed faces, sniffed shoulders, and sniffed butts.
Yep. You smell just fine.
It was sweet to watch them immediately start hanging out together. Drew hasn’t made any good friends in our herd, so that pleased me so much.
We like each other.
I hope they are going to have a nice time together. The beautiful Sully is also going to be there. She’s probably going be a boss mare, so introducing her is going to take a while. Sara is on it! It’s so good to have a trusted friend who cares as much as I do about our horses.
Around May, the dominant wildflowers change from bluebonnets and paintbrushes to Indian blankets and Black-eyed Susans.
Our front field
What else is blooming now? Here are a few familiar friends I was glad to see back again.
Dewberries Sorghum. Leftover from a cropGray haistreakMilk thistle Prickly pearGiant mayfly. It’s May. BuckeyePoison ivy and cactus buds
But the best new thing over in our world is an animal. Look who Sara saw shortly after I left her place this afternoon? And she had kits! exciting new life!
Beautiful gray fox!
The chickens say this is why I need to lock them in each night, however. No foxes allowed in the henhouse.
This way we don’t have to sleep with the snakes.
Good night from the Hermits’ Rest, where we spent a lovely evening watching ducks and tiny birds flying in formation. I hope they were eating all the swarming termites…that’s another story. Still. A good life.
I’ll never forget the day, myself. It was Easter and Lee’s friend, Matt, was with him. Matt said he’d take some pictures of me riding, which I thought might be useful for identifying things to work on and such. I wish.
Tarrin’s horses thought it was a great show.
Instead of me working on Apache’s inability to jump, me learning to leg yield, or anything remotely calm, I got a series of photos of Apache having one of his stress meltdowns.
I could do better than THAT, says baby horse.
I’ve decided it’s pretty educational, though. You can see my technique issues, my poor posture, Apache’s annoyed disconnection, and more. Matt already posted 51 pictures on Facebook of me and Tarrin working on this, so I’ll make the best of it and turn it into a fun picture story for any readers who are interested in what was going on in the photos.
Nope. Not going to trailer. Stop pulling on me. No, leaning will not encourage me to back up toward that nice other horse. I think she has food. I’ll look at her, not you or Tarrin. Ok. I’ll pay attention. You’re kicking me enough. Ooh. I’m parallel to the trailer. Danger!I have no control over myself, but Suna is projecting calm. I’ll calm down a little. No! I want to spin and back! No forward for me!Basically, I’m in a tizzy. Oh boy. More backing up. La la la, humans are invisible. I’ll go over to this nice pen with a Paint in it. I guess I’ll stop since you asked repeatedly. Going the other way! I think she’s trying to get me closer to the Evil Trailer. Nope. Gonna go see that nice horse. I accidentally backed myself closer to the trailer. I must show my disdain of all that. Let’s run into the fence now! I’m just a mess. Boom. Spun around. Oh, someone is riding me? ah yes. Suna is kicking me pretty hard here. Hey! I zipped way over to the barn in a straight line. It has horses. I like horses. All right. I’m tired. Guess I’ll head to the trailer. Suna kept asking and Tarrin won’t stop telling her to kick me. My head tells you I’m not too happy getting this close. OMG. I’m right by the trailer. Panic. Ok. I stopped by the trailer. Suna is pulling on the reins. She needs to stop doing that. Yay. That human got off! Wait, she is not taking the saddle off. Why is she not taking the saddle off?Camina enjoyed hanging out with Lee [not shown, Tarrin gets on and schools Apache’s ass and gets him to pay attention. He regrets his behavior, perhaps]I got right in the trailer and just want Tarrin to go away. The trailer is my friend. Not evil. Drew: hey, what was all the ruckus? I enjoyed being in a stall eating hay, and I got a new Drew-sized halter! What a nice day! Apache: Now she locked me up. I’m so sweaty. Take me home!
All that took about 20 minutes of our lives, which are seared in my brain. But, by gosh, we did it! Apache made it to the trailer. Now you know why yesterday’s approach was an impoverishment.
Much needed sweaty hug of relief! Lee and the baby horse approved.
I’m proud of myself for being patient and willing enough to move through this and make progress. I have different goals from many of my equestrian friends, but by gosh, I’m getting there.
Today Apache and I had our first lesson in a while, since Tarrin is recovering from some surgery that will improve her quality of life, if she survives her convalescent period. That’s hard for an active person! I just brought Apache, since Drew is doing well.
Fine. We will just bond.
This was one educational lesson! Tarrin did great scooting around on a 4-wheeler and Apache did amazing for the first half of the lesson. He jumped the right way at least twice. We were proud of him! This is going to build good muscles! He and I both did well doing some circle things that we can easily practice at home. I’m getting more balanced, and that feels great.
Hey, Dusty, did you get enough food? No, Apache, we’re not special.
However, as soon as he got tired, Apache started to act up. We got some great practice with not putting up with that…stuff. I’m improving. We practiced me getting off, having him run in circles on the ground, then me getting back on. That way he doesn’t get to think he can get me off him so easily.
We get special food. Ha ha.
It was much better than last time, and I was more assertive. Plus, once he calmed down he went right up to the trailer, ate one treat, walked around, went back, and got another treat three times! No drama! And like Tarrin said, I had to do it myself, because she couldn’t jump on Apache and discipline him. Go team.
I love you all, silly animals.
I’m getting the hang of it, slowly but surely, and Apache is really getting to be more of a partner. We’re enjoying each other and not just thinking any time we get together is only for work.
I’ve mentioned the snake that was in the henhouse last week and the snapping turtle that visited. The reptiles and their ilk have not stopped coming, though.
This morning my son was mowing the back yard when I went out to feed the horses. He said to go get my camera, because he’d just seen a different kind of snake.
A different kind of snake
He was right. That wasn’t another rat snake, it was a thick ole water snake. Like everything else, it seemed to be moving from one body of water to another.
Nerodia erythrogaster – plain bellied water snake
The bad thing was that it went over to the swimming pool equipment, where there is already a garden hose that looks just like a water snake. Now we are very careful over there.
I’m not a snake
Only an hour or later I went to put something in the tack room and spotted a movement that looked familiar. Nope, not a snapping turtle, but one of the native cooters. It didn’t stick its head out enough to ID it, and it’s shell was covered in algae. A fine little specimen.
The algae is a good disguise
These guys are breeding right now. I know for sure, because my friend Jeremy, who does all his ranching at night, saw one laying eggs and burying them last night! I’ve never seen that, since I do NOT ride a tractor at night.
I’d like to be going now.
We are still getting rat snake visitors, too. There was one in the henhouse last evening, another full-grown one, who had already gotten an egg. I got the other ones out, and just left the snake, since I was on my way to a Master Naturalist party for our graduating class. I did post it on Facebook.
It had already crushed the egg by this time, so it’s not as lumpy as it was earlier
Apparently my photo startled the aforementioned Jeremy when he saw it. Then only a little while later, he nearly stumbled across one doing his yard work! It looked exactly the same, which gave him another start! Like me, he’s a snake fan, but they still can startle you! I love having interesting friends who share stories.
Speaking of startling, the colors in this selfie startled me! It even made my hair look good.
By the way, I had a blast at the party last night, which was held in one of Milam County’s numerous Mexican restaurants. This was in Rockdale. The folks I sat with were so much fun and told great stories about the area and it’s history. I’m sure everyone noticed how much we were laughing.
Of course, we talked about reptiles, too. I heard that last year, Gene Rek, the guy who sells us our chickens, had over twenty rat snakes in his turkey pens. Yow. That’s more reptile visitors than even I would want.
My friends Gene and Carolyn goofing off.
We all realized it had been a long time since we’d had the chance to just relax over a meal and get to know interesting people better. It felt good to laugh and share.
Howdy to all of you. Today’s a sort of hard day for our herd of equines. You see, there is a strong chance we’ll be in drought conditions for at least some of the summer. And Kathleen has had to cut back on working with horses, as well. We really can’t support feeding 6 horses and a donkey on the pasture that we have, even though we plan to make it a bit bigger.
Why are we in here? What’s going on? (I wish we could explain things to horses more easily)
So, the family members who own them have made a decision to let two of the horses, ones we can’t ride, off to the Farm in Yorktown, where the old ladies there can dote on them and they will have plenty of space and grass. Today I got T and Remington all haltered up and in one of the pens, so they can be loaded up and take a little ride.
RemingtonTI took head shots so I could remember them.
I spent a lot of time with them the past few days, because I have grown fond of them, especially poor ole Remmy, who has a head injury and is not good for riding, but is sweet as he can be. He will also be missed very much by Dusty, his buckskin buddy. They were sad when Dusty spent time at the Farm last year.
Remington enjoys scratching on the bars.
The good news is that Dusty likes most horses, so I think he will be okay. And with fewer dominant horses around, Drew and Mabel may have things a little easier (fewer bites and kicks). Let’s hope it all goes smoothly.
You could have put more food in here.
I do know that it will be easier to feed the horses from now on, because we have four pens, and each horse can go in one, with Fiona outside. They can all eat separately, which means I can give Mabel her special food and supplements and Dusty regular ole horse food with some garlic salt. And I won’t feel like I’m going to be trampled at feeding time!
DustyMabelI’m going to do my best to keep Dusty in good shape and work with Mabel as she improves daily. Kathleen’s going to do so as well!
That’s the plan as of today, anyway. I hope you enjoy the fun photos, especially Fiona, who is finally starting to shed her winter coat, which is really a fall, winter, and spring coat at this rate.
I’m itchy, even though Suna did spray me with that Evil Fly SprayOff I goWhat a fine bellyRoll, roll, rollWHEEE!
Though our herd may thunder less, we still love them oh so much. So much that I feel the need to go play with them now.