One Week

Tomorrow is Thursday -- which means a couple things.

1. I officially have only 15 more days here at Mustang Camp.
2. 20 mares/foals will be arriving tomorrow
3. The batch of geldings currently in training will have been here for 1 week

Simon -- my project yearling -- has been in "intensive" training for 5 days now. The first two days, the geldings were all housed in the big back pen together, learning to eat from human hands and getting used to their new temporary home. Since his actual training started, Simon's been blasting through everything. He is nearly caught up with Ginger, Greta, and June! And he's totally zen about it all. Halter? OK sure. Brush? Mmm that feels kind of good. It's so much fun working with him sometimes I have to remind myself that he can't go forever -- even if he thinks he can!

Mr. Simon feeling extra manly in his pink halter...

Ginger is actually scheduled to leave us on Saturday. Bambi is getting delivered to a family in Santa Fe, and John wants to be able to take them both together. Of course Ginger won't be quite done with the program yet, but she's come a long way. She now knows how to be friends with the humans, wear a halter, and walk on a lead politely. The walking on a lead rope is still a work in progress since we haven't worked outside of her comfort zone, but I'm very proud of her for what she's accomplished in the past month she has been here. A little sad to see my girl go too!

On another note, Roany doesn't seem to have any respect for the un-electric fence... He went on another adventure today -- so Pat and I climbed the hill to get up above him and threw rocks down to scare him back home. He needs to learn that it's not so fun to dive under the fence. The one good thing that came out of it was that I got to take pictures of a pretty spectacular view of the training yard from up on the hill:

Mustang Camp's Training Facility in all its glory