From the Dome

Hats and Flags

Drill team is exciting. It’s also unnerving. Shay is a typical horse frightened by anything new. First practice had her whirling. I wasn’t on her.  It was the first time she saw a flag that was attached to another rider flapping in the wind.

The benefit of drill team is its knowledgeable leaders.  “I’ll take her,” Christine called out. She ponied her around the ring close to the flag about five rounds.  Then she said, “She’s ready.”

I mounted and followed the drill team around the ring inching closer to the flag. She did OK. Fast forward one week. Shay behaved well. After all, I’d trained her at home. Using our own flag I put her in our ring and let her run circles around me and the flag. She was willing to come close for a carrot. By the time we were done, she dared nearing the flag in order to enter her stall where I’d put some carrots.

The winds had been high, the sun bright. No hat would bear the brunt of the 35+ mph winds without blowing off my head; except one--an alpine fedora. For some strange reason, those head hugging hats were invented to withstand the alpine gusts. And they do. I’m so fortunate my late Auntie Hilde sent it to me many moons ago. I’d not used it except for Halloween “dirndl” costumes. This time, I wore it this time in my windy horse ring. It never budged off my head. My alpine ancestors were soooo smart!!!  

 

a windblown feather