MarchMyLeo!FinalEdit

I love the IceHeron picture. There is a light that comes bouncing into your eyes from deeply frozen water that seems to glow inside, as well. The ice has captured the light, and hangs on.

Light just keeps bouncing and bouncing, doesn't it? When my eyes are closed, I can do amazing things with the leftover lights in my head. Not usually voluntarily, more of a watch "this" if you like light, kinda deal. Really. I don't DrinK! You know. My Dad got "eye-lights" as I called them, or he called them wigglies. They are now called TIA's. I like eye-lights BetteR.

It's the bright shiny lights we've always been so fascinated with anyway. Tangent alert, I guess FernV MUST be back.. How's the sinuses FV? Hope you breathed lots of salt water through your nose. Since I am geographically impaired, I don't know if it was Pacific, or Gulf oceanic waters. Either way, welcome BacK! I hope you missed the blizzard weather your poor, over-worked, under appreciated DVM 2012 had to endure. Well, besides ThaT! You came back to Alberta, in winter. Don't you see how wrong that is?? (kidding, hugely, 'k?)

I know how I felt after one week in the Bahamas, a gazillion ok 18 years ago. Whine, I do not want to GO! Shirley Valentine, anybody?

Anybody notice the incongruity in the picture? Hint. It's the Bronze Bird on a Post, to the right in the picture. BronzeBird's name is Hector. Our resident Great Blue Herons gave him several wide berths and cocked heads before they got used to him. He's a bronze, Brown Pelican, wondering into eternity, where the heck Florida went:)

I live at the bottom of a little valley, with the land rising away from me to the west. Blocks every single sunset. I used to live right next door to this place, by 25 acres or so. My old house, next door to the north and west is at the top of the hill. Oh, the sunsets, with the Niagara Escarpment, dipping lower, giant horizon filling ridge of land an hour away, as the crow flies. A giant rock. I rarely get to see it, from this house, but days are lengthening.....

We get great sunrises, though. Just no big rock to gaze out at. I love rocks, can you tell? I have surrounded my house with rocks I've picked from our fields. My back remembers this, very well. Mostly pretty and weird shaped rocks, plus I used to support my local lapidary. Have enough rocks now, hope I don't have to move soon. My back will need my nephews. Youngest nephew, and his dear friend helped me move many of them. That dear friend, a product of a less fortunate family, went on to become a pretty nice kid. They just need work to do.

My basement is too low for the geography. This translates into uh, oh, when it rains..

It's 9 degreesFahrickin', and my back pond has a beautiful, shallow at the north end, polished surface. It's being polished & scoured by howling north winds and dirt. No thanks, back pond, I like to skate, but the wind would push me south, and well, no. Too cold.. (Shivers) But it's MARCH, time to get crackin! The Pipes will be marchin' soon someWhere, again.

Including my water pipes. I prefer frozen, to flooded, meself. If winter could just go right to summer, that's fine. I'd skip spring, but I should be careful what I wish for.

Support your local pipe band, people.
Anybody ever hear or see "RiverDance"?? Oh, my! Tapping the toes is a very good thing, I used to plead with my mom. Wish RiverDance had come along sooner, is all. Mom didn't get out much. Never forget how to move, my GoLightly always said. I mean..
youknowwhatimean. If you don't jiggle the protoplasm, it solidifies... Jargin, for the technically scienced peoples.(jargon, hello, spelling police)

Okay, ahem, the Happy Face picture is my Blaze Puppy, happier than a clam. Or a toy football. Could she grin any wider? We're at my dad's for dinner in this pic. That is for sure, not my rug. Dad's Joanie loved light coloured carpets, too. Dad's house is slowly graying, no idea why:) (blinks innocently) My dogs are super shepshedshepShedders! If they were bigger, well, jeesh, what a mess:)

Never used to be able to even see my old dog RedDog's fur. Her coat blended quite nicely with the dirt inside and out. Perfect grooming trait for a dog. None. Against fall leaves, she was almost invisible. RedDog had the best feral camoflague (darn, I knew I was guessing). Okay, how do you spell camoflauge??? Gah. She blended, okay? Just like a herd of deer can appear right beside you. With RD, whenever I looked for her, and couldn't find her, I just had to look down. She was always right beside me.

Black fur is pretty obvious inside, but outside? The trouble is, you can't see them. Who knew black dogs knew they could disappear at night?? Flip is wearing two collars at night now. "Jingle" collar, and reflective collar (don't ask.. it's lavender purple, ok? So not her colour:) Flip can go into whisper mode, and you can't hear what she's doing, at all. See her?? Forget it. Most annoying, because Blaze is just so pluPerfect. She's my girl. Flip has things to do, that she knows don't thrill me...

They are both very sick of this house, but then, so am I !!

Question for AofG. If I make the pictures coarsely black and white, can they be "translated" more easily for you? I feel guilty, one of my daily rituals, for posting pics, when I know you can't see them. My CorelDraw Software is pretty cool. I wonder? I probably already asked you this before. No retention, as you know.:)

My third picture is of Leo Bear at another, slightly bigger schooling show, with a girl named Lynn up. Yes, I know, I told her seventy-three different ways from Sunday. She's a hand-&-body thrower. Her leg and seat were pretty darned good. Yes, I know. She's safe, is what counts. Another quite skilled once a week rider. Bless them, all. I had some great students. I just love the box-square Leo knees.

Maybe I'll let this run into tomorrow, this posting every day is plain silly:)
What's the darned hurry?? It's mY Bloog. Plus, my posts are so blasted long! How many hours can people spend in a day reading? Right, sorry BlueHeron. THAT many!

To All of my kind readers. Thanks for being there. See I'm hungry, and I start to fade..

When the horse jumps properly, he yanks his knees up so that his forearms are parallel to the ground. He should also bend as sharply at the knee as he can. Horses have varying degrees of talent for this, and some have no talent, at all. But all have varying degrees of capability. LeoBear was very capable. His poor legs. He was square when he jumped, but not when he moved.

Leo Bear was quite a comfortable ride, very flexible, but very square. He'd learned how to stay sound, clever boy. His ears were usually half back, as the picture shows, with hand/body throwers. Leo's just signaling "wrong way", but Rider never did believe me.. I always had to rotate Leo away from her in the schedule after a while. Leo was just planning something, you could tell. Leo liked the first rider way better. Marni..

I think the shapes of things are important, because they tell stories, themselves. I meant to mention GoLightly's head, on my last post, so I'll do it here. See how broad he is between the eyes? Similar to any breed, with quality, he had some width between his ears and his eyes, with a tapering, not flat, not convex, not dished, Straight to his nose.. GoLightly's head reckons of the spanish influence, in his beautiful, broad head. AofG, your TWH has the same shape, really, just smaller, as Lightly's. Cool, huh? Yes, your horses eye is smaller than it "should" be. Proportionately, GoLightly's eyes were not big "enough" either. Never bothered HiM!
People tsked about it. Pah, silly people. Talk to my fetlock, the hind one.

Where was I?
Oh, right, hungry..
Hoping someone hid that goat.