Looks like it's just about time to be harvesting this stuff.
Indigo did the cutest thing last night. After I had driven her (and popped both tires on the old jogging cart going over a ditch the neighbor dug back the field I couldn't see) I put her halter back on and let her wander out the door by herself to eat some grass. I never have to worry about her, she never goes far. So I am getting all the horses grain ready and I can just see her butt outside the door. I see her at a brisk walk make her way almost all the way to the freshly cut alfalfa field. The hay was lying in windrows and I knew she was gonna make a nab for some. Just as she lifted her head about to go the next few feet it would take to put her in hay heaven I walked out the door with the grain buckets. Her head shot up as I said her name, I could practically see her eyes sparkle. She seen the usual red grain buckets and my watering can for her hay. I turned around, thinking I was going to put the watering can down and come back for it, Indigo trots up to me. I decided to see how this would work and turned around and walked strait back into the barn. It's the isle I've walked her so many times. I didn't even touch her leadrope that was still draped over her back. She followed right at my shoulder doing a few cute puffy nose nickers along the way. I stopped at the back door, she stopped three feet behind me, grabbed a mouthful of hay out of the wheelbarrow and waited until I unlatched and opened the big door, she stepped out and turned around, waiting for me to take her halter off. Oh your such a good girl Indigo. I didn't even touch her that whole time. She stopped without running into me and waited until I had the door open to go out. I feel safe in saying she totally respects me and my space. It's a good, fuzzy, warm nickery feeling.
