Three mile solo ride yesterday morning in which Confetti was mildly awful. Sound, but spooking at everything and generally being obnoxious. This is how she gets when we haven't done enough Real Work in a while. June was generally a mess in terms of Real Work, so I should not be too surprised.
|AHHHHH a downed tree!|
Funder's idea of throwing stuff at the blasted horse actually sounded very appealing. It wasn't even that she was spooking - it's that she was spooking at the same tree that she walked by and nibbled on when we first saw it down last week. I settled for simply swearing at her instead.
|Canoe in the river. Not even slightly terrifying.|