Water over the Dam

On Sunday, November 9th, Ghost's new owners came and picked him up. He is an awesome horse, and I'll miss him. When I drive home, he was there near the drive and I'll miss him every time I drive up. I miss him at feeding time. Miss mixing his grains and going in with him for a few minutes. I'll miss the way he was coming to the gate asking to be taken out. His trust was long in coming, but once he gave it, he was different than the rest of the horses. He was more willing to trust.

I feel that his leaving is part of the plan. He is joining an excellent herd, and the people.... well, they are rare. His new handler taught him more in 48 hours than I had in a year. They were getting along well, and Ghost needed to be challenged. He'll fare well.

I hope I'm not done with him. How could I be? We still have three mares carrying Ghost babies. I don't imagine they will all stay with us until spring, but we're bound to have one, maybe two of Ghost's get next June.

Times change. The plan unfolds. Water over the dam, now.