Post by Katherine Carr on Dec 31, 2012 22:31:01 GMT -6
Dressed in her normal uniform of beige breeches, burgundy long sleeve polo shirt and black paddock boots, Katherine pushed herself away from her desk and rose to her feet. She had managed to get through all of the paperwork that had been piling up on her desk and had now found herself with a little time for, well, her.
Leaving her office, she walked down the barn aisle. She gave each of the equine residents who stepped forward a rub on the nose. She made a point of getting to know each of the horses in her barn, so that if anything went awry in the middle of the night, then the animal wouldn't be alarmed about her wanting to touch him or her.
Walking on further, she stopped at the stall of her black mare and rubbed the Latvian mare under her chin, just were she liked it, and kissed the ten year old's muzzle. Her and the mare had been through a lot together, and the mare's career was only just starting when Katherine had taken the position as barn manager at Blue Ridge. That now felt like a life time ago, even if it had only been a mere seven years.
When the black mare moved away from the woman's embrace to go and have a nose at her haynet, the woman moved on to the next stall. She looked in to see the Arabian cross who was sleeping at the back of her stall so Katherine decided to leave the mare to her dreams.
Katherine frowned as she saw that the door of the next stall was open - the biggest no,no in her barn - and she then worked out that must mean the stall was empty. The occupant of the stall was an Appaloosa yearling, by the name of Picasso. She hadn't taken him out in the bitterness that was outside and she had planned to do some more handling with him that day.
The woman picked up her pace as she looked around the gelding's stall. It was easy to see that the horse had let himself out. Picasso may have only been a yearling, but he was all legs and could easily reach over the door and pull the bolt across if it hadn't been pushed in enough. The thing she was most worried about, was that the bay spotted blanket's curiosity might lead him into a world of trouble, either the wash bays or the feed room.
Leaving her office, she walked down the barn aisle. She gave each of the equine residents who stepped forward a rub on the nose. She made a point of getting to know each of the horses in her barn, so that if anything went awry in the middle of the night, then the animal wouldn't be alarmed about her wanting to touch him or her.
Walking on further, she stopped at the stall of her black mare and rubbed the Latvian mare under her chin, just were she liked it, and kissed the ten year old's muzzle. Her and the mare had been through a lot together, and the mare's career was only just starting when Katherine had taken the position as barn manager at Blue Ridge. That now felt like a life time ago, even if it had only been a mere seven years.
When the black mare moved away from the woman's embrace to go and have a nose at her haynet, the woman moved on to the next stall. She looked in to see the Arabian cross who was sleeping at the back of her stall so Katherine decided to leave the mare to her dreams.
Katherine frowned as she saw that the door of the next stall was open - the biggest no,no in her barn - and she then worked out that must mean the stall was empty. The occupant of the stall was an Appaloosa yearling, by the name of Picasso. She hadn't taken him out in the bitterness that was outside and she had planned to do some more handling with him that day.
The woman picked up her pace as she looked around the gelding's stall. It was easy to see that the horse had let himself out. Picasso may have only been a yearling, but he was all legs and could easily reach over the door and pull the bolt across if it hadn't been pushed in enough. The thing she was most worried about, was that the bay spotted blanket's curiosity might lead him into a world of trouble, either the wash bays or the feed room.
