over the mushrooms
Nearly home...Jump 21
I was getting very familiar with these particular trees and after four hours of being the judge for two jumps in the cross country course was nearly cross eyed and cross legged.
Ms Jones was instructing the local junior squad of potential One Day Event Riders at the local Jump Club in Toowoomba today.
Lil lizzie has been renamed lil lilly to avoid confusion.....me mistaken for a horse......not so bad as is quite a cute horse.
"I womp to ride the big horse now"
Eddie, retired, who worked every day for eight years helping me educate the young thoroughbred racehorses, pushing them into the barriers, coaxing them into confidence on their first outings around the training tracks. Eddie would look after them and took it very personal if another horse danced too close to one of his babies.
Eddie in semi retirement took children to trophies in gymkhana on Sporting days, as long as they could stick to his gait if he broke into a pace. Eddie is supposed to be fully retired but a mob of kids visited today and Eddie, renown for his reliability was asked to oblige which he did.
Eddie is a Standardbred.
..on a cold day, puts on the heater, nose in a book, and back to bed.....This is my working dog!!!!!
Yesterday was tropic and today is arctic with a cold wind blowing.....Ah well...I do live on a mountain
At last the flowers after a particularly chilly, for Queensland, winter, have started to bloom......a riot of colour on the beautiful Darling Downs, a temperate climate in the tropics.
First lesson in leading and they both are talkin'
An older brain teaching the youngster. After rain last summer, Crows Nest Creek February, 2008.
Summer is just around the corner and am looking forward to the longer days.....
The unusual mail contractors......one door away from heaven yes.....
One million acres of unfenced country .......the wild scrubber bulls would not stay in a mob......run down, jump off the horse, tie him on the ground and bring the coachers, quiet cattle around and let him up and he usually stayed with the mob thinking about not getting out on his own as he would be thrown to the ground or the stockman gored which happened and the Aerial Ambulance summoned to take the ringer to civilization for his stomack to be sewn back in......
These days helicopters are used and most cattle behind fences.
My beat up little 1948 MG.......