Pam drove over to our land yesterday morning to fetch a few things. She called later to tell me that it looks like Bessie was sinking more and more into the muck. So I hied myself over there to have a look see. There she was.
Water had filled the ruts I made the day before. I don't believe this is rain water. I think it's spring water. Bessie was stuck real good. Check out the front tire, up to the axle.
In the old days, isn't this when someone would holler encouragement? Something like "GET A HORSE!"
So we did. Jeremiah is a ten year old Morgan from fine breeding stock and registered with the American Morgan Horse Association.
He's a handsome boy.
The black flies and mosquitoes were thick, especially around poor Jeremiah, so Pam put on some kind of a net thing. Jeremiah didn't seem to mind a bit.
Until I get a barn built, Jeremiah is staying at Judi's and Earl's place. Earl is happy because now he doesn't have to mow the field.
Abbey the Chihuahua was fascinated by the big animal behind her house.
Oh, and for the record, I did get Bessie unstuck. It took a lot of shoveling. If I had Jeremiah, perhaps I could have had him pull it out.