Well, for starters she came to me in the field. I would have completely understood if she'd walked away at the sight of me, but no. She walked all the way up to me.
All 4 legs were tight and cool:
|And yes, the fields are currently grassless and pure mud when they're not frozen solid. Hence the round bales.|
Loose, bouncy slow trot
She trotted 2 circles in each direction then stopped and came to me. "See? I'm fine." she said, and nuzzled me. I stood with her in the arena for a few minutes, scratching her in all her favorite spots and just admiring her. She stood with me, calm and relaxed and happy.
Took her into the barn, rinsed the mud off her legs, let them dry and applied Desitin to protect the sensitive skin on her pasterns and coronet bands, as we were expecting Arctic temps again today along with a foot of snow. I gave her her beet pulp mash along with a muck bucket full of hay.
|There are two roads down there. Can you tell?|
Oh yeah, and still not sore. :) No DOMS whatsoever. YESSSSSS!