Not a wild horse, at least most of the time. This was one of those moments where his inner wild one took over – running full speed, rearing and tossing his head around like a real wild boy. He’s beautiful to watch. This is “Valentino’s Gold Quest,” my 9 year-old Foxtrotter. I look forward to the day when I can watch him playing like this again.

Earlier this week, my mother-in-law had emergency open-heart surgery. And then another emergency surgery when things didn’t go just right. It was all so sudden – so surreal. My mother-in-law is truly one of the sweetest and kindest individuals I’ve ever met. Always thinking of others, never complaining – she wants to know how everyone else is doing. So I suppose I really shouldn’t have been surprised when the day after her surgeries, barely able to speak, she tells Tom and I that we need to get home to take care of my horse (who was injured over a month ago and has been slow to recover). A remarkable, selfless woman. Today’s photo is posted in her honor. We love you Ma Nickoles.

Photos are for viewing purposes only. Images are copyright protected and owned solely by Pam Nickoles Photography. No reproduction or downloading permitted. Feel free to share the story/link, but please respect my copyright.

Horse Antics

February 21, 2009

I have been trying to get a picture of our 2 horses playing with their “toy” ever since I saw my young gelding pick this bucket up over a year ago. Sometime between now and then, the two of them discovered they could play with it together. It’s been so much fun to watch this game between them. I’ve seen them hit each other over the head or come up from below and knock each other in the chin. (Luckily, it’s a really flimsy rubber bucket!). They’ll drop it and start chasing each other and then go back and pick it up and start swinging it at one another. They’re a hoot!

The tricky part has been that these horses live in our backyard and every time I’d get my camera in hand and try to quietly open the back door to photograph them, they’d hear me and come running over to the gate. Game over.

A couple of days ago, the wind was blowing and they were feeling rather frisky out there in the paddock. They started playing their bucket game and I ran for the camera. I figured I might get lucky and the wind would drown out the noise of the door opening…and it did! Finally – I managed to get a few images to share of Gold (my 6 year-old Palomino Foxtrotter gelding) and Sammy (my husband’s 13 year-old rose-gray QH/Appy gelding) playing with their rubber bucket.

(Excuse the condition of the paddock – it’s been a bit too mucky lately to get the tractor out).

Gold and Sammy. (Barn names are so original, aren't they?)

Gold and Sammy. (Barn names are so original, aren't they?)

Gold smiling.

Gold smiling.

Let the game begin.

Let the game begin.

gs4-s

gs5-s2

gs6-s

Floating bucket...

Floating bucket...

%d bloggers like this: