The week after Thanksgiving is always fun because my friends from the Norfolk Hunt Club in Massachusetts bring horses and hounds down for several days of foxhunting and visiting. Owen, the MFH and my former farrier, John the huntsman (who honored Pungo by naming a Norfolk puppy after her last spring) and a great new member named Kevin enjoyed riding with Farmington, Rappahannock, and Keswick. On Thursday, the Norfolk hounds followed a dragline through the beautiful open fields near the Farmington kennels. Then Friday, the guys all trekked out to Louisa to get the grand tour of my farm, which Owen and John had last seen in the dark, and before the barns were built. The bridle cleaning rack in my tackroom -- made from two of Pungo's shoes -- was a gift from Owen when I moved to Virginia, so I wanted to be sure he saw it hanging above the sink.
Here's a link to a wonderful article written by the young woman who, as a child, owned our little bay pony, Rascal. Everyone knows that Rascal is a fuzzy bay rocket under saddle, but this story about his early life shows how many naughty behaviors his former owner corrected before he came to be a lesson pony (thank goodness). And a few of his charming habits that we all love still (like singing his aria at feeding time). Click here!