I tried to grab mane, or his neck, but Buggsy is a pretty fast guy and left me. This is when I hurt myself. I did a face plant, but no damage done there. Meanwhile, Cindy, on Sophie, is in hot pursuit of Buggs, who came to a stop at the end of the fence. He sure looked handsome trotting off ...
I admit I did not feel very well, and I should know by now that if I feel like I am going to pass out, I am hurt. We took the horses back to the road, where Dan came to meet us. (This is one time when cellphones are great). I drove home and Dan rode Buggs back.
Last time I broke my wrist I was in considerable pain, so I thought this might just be a bad sprain, but it was not getting any better so we went to the emergency room this morning. Verdict: a non-displacement fracture, and my wrist in a splint. I am to see the ortho guy this week for a cast (hopefully), because this splint is a bit restrictive. Typing for one is a drag. Besides, there is my life to be lived: horses to ride, and gardening season will be upon us soon.
The hummingbird came to feed again this morning; I think we must be his dependable cold-weather food supply. There are a lot of quail in the yard, and the goldfinch feeder is continually occupado. The flower seedlings are undoubtedly shivering in the cold frame. It is above freezing though, and they need the light.
I have been spreading old manure on some of the empty garden beds already, and today I decided to clean out the brussels sprouts and broccoli that never produced this winter because I started them too late. Note to self: start seedlings in August. But even though they did not produce for us, they were nice plants and the hens had a hay day with them.
The weather is gorgeous today and I noticed the both the apple trees are thinking spring: they are leafing out. Let's hope that there is no more frost. The trees are so small though that I can easily throw some protection over them should that be necessary.
The trail follows the creek for more than a mile and it was wonderful to see that the vegetation had already perked up from all that rain: the oaks were fresh and green, the desert plants turgid. Everything looked happy, and the sound of the water over the rocks and the little waterfalls was enchanting. 
When we got to Half Moon Tank, it was full and overflowing. We have never seen so much water in it. Lately it had been bone dry, and I remember a small, muddy pool in better times. Emma, being a happy Lab, immediately plunged in and brought a branch to shore that apparently needed to be retrieved. 
We do wonder whether the Stronghold was in the national news lately: we have never seen so many people on our hike. And that on a Thursday!
So far we have had more than 5 inches of precipitation for the year, and this is such a good thing after the dry years that we have had.
It was amazing to see the fire pit this morning. All the wood had been totally consumed, and the metal "saggers" had gotten pretty hot. The good news was that none of the pots blew up, and in the process damaged other ones, but 2 of the larger pots had cracked. This was probably due to us rushing the heat-buildup process because of the snow storm.
Tim and Pam went over crack repair and finishing this morning, but neither Dan nor I felt our pottery were worthy of more work. I wished the weather had not been so good last week so I would have been more motivated to do the homework. Perhaps I will have a go at it tomorrow, if I have to stay inside. There is talk of a follow-up class for trashcan firing, or working with the local clay, and I think that would be fun.
The weather started out nice enough and we were scoffing at the weather forecast of 40% chance of rain: it was perfectly clear and sunny, but that would change. Tim instructed some of the guys to build the fire pit to specifications. He then added saltillo tiles to the floor and loaded the pots in a specific sequence. Everything was then covered, and four fires were lit after we put all our positive energy into the impending firing process. 
Then the task was one of carefully tending the fire as it could not get too hot initially: the pots had to increase in temperature gradually or they would blow up. As the fire got hotter, the weather got colder and nastier until in the afternoon we were in a full blown storm in which 0.25 inches of rain and snow fell. Tim saw the squall coming and we all rushed to put the majority of the remaining wood on the fire for the final "soak". It was an out-and-out bonfire which kept burning for a long time before the snow finally did it in. 
We came home well-smoked and cold, but a hot shower took care of that. Tomorrow we get to uncover the pots ...
I am amazed at the different type of seeds. There are the tiniest round ones (echinacea), little brushes (bachelor buttons), stamen look alikes (cosmos), little worm-looking ones (calendula). And all those will be gorgeous plants sometime this year. It's magic.
To top off this marvelous day, Dan and I joined Cindy in another bone-finding expedition on the 400 acres next door to her house. We had a splendid time with energized, and sometimes fractious, horses, running around the pasture at speed. We even found a number of new items to add to Cindy's collection.
Today we went back on foot to collect the bones with my small daypack and Cindy's large duffel. It was amazing how difficult it was to find our yellow ribbons. All the mesquites look about the same and there is at least 400 acres to cover. But we found the most precious find, the cow skull, and managed to pick up some of the other bones we had marked. I know there are still some out there that we missed.
This is our cache to date. Cindy is planning to make cow skeleton, or some other sculpture, from the bones.
We planted a self-fruitful pecan tree in the unused triangle between the big roundpen and the stalls. It will need a lot of water and will benefit from having horse buckets emptied in its basin on a regular basis. Hopefully we will see pecans in our life time. We also added new wire to Buggsy's stall to control his cribbing addiction and added a equine scratch pad as a treat. Are these lucky horses or what?
Our neighbor Diane had met ceramicists Tim and Pam Ballingham at a party over the holidays and was intrigued by their work and their knowledge of the way the native Americans worked clay. Rather than going to a workshop in Tucson, she decided to get some of her friends together for a personalized one at her and Jim's home.
Dan and I signed up, and today was the first day of a 2 1/2 day pottery event. I learned a lot, and my head is a bit aswim because I am not familiar with clay or pottery at all. We used two techniques, pinch and coil, to make two projects that we dried out on the veranda in the beautiful weather.
In the afternoon we also learned burnishing and working with slips (colored, diluted clays) to decorate. We brought home 3 different kinds of clay (white, red and chocolate brown) to make additional projects during the week that we will bring back next Saturday to be fired in a pit in the Brower's old horse corral, the way the Indians used to do it and the way it is still done in Mata Ortiz in Mexico.
It is an easy hike, but on the longer side (more than 6 miles round trip), and it is all the way up and then all the way down. The views along the way are spectacular. I must say though that not the entire ridge sparkles, it is just one spot where the rock is different and where the quartz crystals abound in all sizes. It is hard to decide which rocks to take home, so we spent some time deciding while snacking on some homemade energy bars. 
We tried the best we could to pack down the gravel and make a level base with the tractor, and installed the mats. It looks great, and best of all, it looks like it might work and keep the horses from standing in holes, as well as make daily cleanup easier. 
I wonder if Buggsy is going to be jealous ...
All in all, it looks like we are just on the southern edge and there will not be a lot of measurable precip. Good afternoon to do some baking.
To inaugurate the new access, Cindy invited us to go with her and look for cows. Being allowed back into this pasture opens up all kinds of lovely riding possibilities. The cows are grazing on 400 acres of grassy, flat valley land, with a few washes and some mesquite: good footing, great views, and even some wildlife other than the cows. We saw a javalina today. 
It was a great ride. We covered a lot more than 400 acres, ended up at the corner of Cochise Stronghold Road and Ironwood Road, but found no cows until we were almost back to our starting point. They were at their water source, which is not far from Cindy's paddocks. Helena Rubenstar, the mustang mare that Cindy has been feeding like royalty, was waiting for her dinner and met our boys and managed to even kick up her heels.
