In a Hurricane

I apologize for the radio silence this past week. It has been a whirlwind.

As I mentioned in my last post, I was planning to move Walker by the end of the month.

Well, the end of the month came about two days ago when my new barn owner's horse suddenly colicked and had to be put down.

Suddenly she had a lonely, screaming, herdbound 27 year old horse on her hands.  She called and asked if I could come early.  I said, "Yeah.  When?  Like the weekend?"  She said, "How about an hour?"

So I did.

Surprisingly, I actually found a lovely man to trailer my horse with that much notice.  Walker, being a super pro, hopped on the trailer with no fuss, hopped off the trailer with no fuss, took one look at his new digs and was like, "This will do, human."  Then he promptly threw his head in the grass and began his new life.

He could adjust in a hurricane.

He and his new barn mate, Kayden, are also starting to get along.  I was slightly nervous that Walker might try to dominate the 27 year old, even though he has been out with older horses before.  I should have known better.  Kayden squealed and stomped his feet when Walker came up to him at first, so Walker was like, "Whatever, dude."  And walked away.

As of today, they are both officially turned out in the same pasture and quite content.

My barn owner seems to like him, even though he decided to do a bit of redecorating.  The screen window was cramping his style so he punched it out to create a room with a view.

He also insists that supper be fed at exactly the time that he was fed at the old barn, which is about an hour earlier than my new barn owner is used to.  Walker, being a persistent fellow, has convinced Kayden that this is a great plan, and so the two of them stand at the gate until my barn owner takes pity and comes out early.

I've tried to impress upon my barn owner that Walker is all gelding and not to leave things too close to his stall, but he has already made that clear himself.  He has already pulled everything off his stall door every night, and he has slowly been ripping the paint off the counter nearby.

My barn owner's response: "I didn't really like the green paint anyway".