The entire Noah's Arc of pets and myself are all moved in to our respective new homes - dogs, cats and myself in Fort Worth, and Gogo in Aledo, which is southwest of the city. Gogo's new digs are at an eventing barn, complete with modified XC course and has all the main amenities you'd expect from a competition barn, with a perk: the retired folks pasture in the back of the property. Pasture board for the riding set of horses is separate from this area, and is smaller, so I lucked out! The retired folks pasture is about 10 acres and had a small herd comprised of three geldings and two mares living out on it already. It is the wildest country Gogo has ever lived on by far.
Truthfully, had you shown me the retired folks pasture a year ago, I wouldn't have ever considered putting my horse out somewhere so wild looking. Having now seen firsthand so many of the bad things can happen to a horse out on endless immaculate grass pasture like she has been on for the past seven months (serious obesity, total loss of solar concavity, event lines.... she's a blade of grass away from a metabolic disaster), I can't wait to get her out somewhere that vaguely resembles where a feral horse in the southwest might actually roam. (Minus like, the cacti.) Rocks, hills, trees, scrub, and a herd? Sounds good to me.
Project tail revival: complete! It looked horrible but apparently it just needed a serious scrubdown... it's been a few weeks since her last bath. I thought more of it had been ripped out... thankfully not!
Gogo spent her first night at the new place turned out in an adjoining paddock that shared a fenceline so she could meet her herdmates over the fence. Yesterday afternoon, I brought her out to meet the rest of the herd. Seeing as she has a bad reputation of being a completely heinous unsocialized alpha mare, I wasn't sure how it would go.
And.... that was about it. The paint gelding and Gogo double-barreled at each other once or twice, and then Gogo relented and took off. From that moment on, the paint was obsessed with her and would NOT leave her alone. He even chased the other horses across the fenceline away from her, so keen was he to win her affections. The rest of the horses went back to their own business, and she in turn ignored them completely as well, save for one crusty old chestnut gelding who thought he'd let her know from a distance that he had no intention of being her friend:
In the span of 5 minutes, Gogo met everyone, found the shelter, found the water, and found the haypile, which she settled at, the paint gelding at her side.
Completely passably social, and completely anticlimactic. Good mare.
Looks pretty wild and awesome to me!
The very special Ridgeway weekend
3 days ago