Horses, Bruises and Baby Robins

Today has been quite a day.  It began by wondering if I was going  to Raleigh to take care of a friend who has been very sick.  I ended up not going because of some wonderful friends she has there who came and cared for her.  She's feeling better today and I hope she has some strength and energy for tomorrow. 

So after my morning “she's okay” phone call me and my hubbie got to go horseback riding again with our friends Tom and Adonnya.  Today I got a frisky little gelding named Dallas.  He's got to be part thoroughbred because it took him half the trail ride to calm down enough to be enjoyable to ride.  And I've got the bruises to prove it.  (I'll post them tomorrow.)  Dallas spooked at a stick on the trail ride and I ended up under his neck with my left foot on the ground and my right foot still in the stirrup on the horses back.  Now, if you can get a mental picture of this you know that only someone with a 34 inch inseam who is 6foot 2inches tall could accomplish such a feat!

My yoga instructor would have been impressed!! 

As my inner thigh scraped across the saddle horn I could feel the bruise forming.  Tonight I have a bruise about the length of a football though not as wide. 

Yes, ouch!!!!

Advil….you are my friend! 

After the 3 or 4 hour ride, a spooky horse, a bruised and raw inner thigh and a horse who wouldn't load to trailer back to the farm we finally returned home.  Both me and my hubbie were beat!  It was 4pm. 

At 6pm we were back at the farm for fried chicken, Adonnya's wonderful pasta salad and a little more horseback riding.  Yes, I actually got back on a horse this evening.    It's amazing how you can still succumb to peer pressure at the ripe old age of 41.

But this is not until after my boys found a baby robin in our yard who had apparently fallen from his nest and was very hungry.  Since he/she is not old enough to fly we've taken it in and the little guy;s eaten about 10 big ole fat juicy fishing worms since 5pm.  Now, he's sound asleep in a garbage container (tall so it won't fall out or the dog won't get it) with lots of towels for warmth.  I hope it survives the night.  He's in our closet where I hope he'll be safe until morning when he'll choke down a bunch of worms again.  It's really amazing to watch him eat.

So now it's 11:40pm and I'm barely awake, leg throbbing.  So I'm off to la la land, a handful of Advil safely tucked in my tummy.  I hope to post pics of my leg, the ride tonight and the “hopefully still alive” baby robin tomorrow.

Until then….
Have Jesus filled dreams and if you read this since I'm on EST.  Pray for our bird to make it through the night.
Julie