Friday night we went to the indoor football game at Pershing, the Lincoln Haymakers versus the Kansas Koyotes. (The Haymakers mascot was a guy dressed in a black horse costume named Haywire. I thought that was odd and I told Ken, horses don’t make hay they eat it, maybe the team should be call the manure makers.) Anyway, Al Doeden (one of our dance instructors, who also moonlights as a bus driver), had driven a bus for the football team a couple of weeks ago. Al is a friendly guy who talks with everyone and he must have talked with them to get the dance team scheduled as half-time entertainment. We knew we were doomed when we saw that the other half of the entertainment was a group of mostly girls about ages 4 to 10 in cute outfits who danced, did gymnastics and cheerleading routines. I always like to think we are promoting the fact that you can dance all your life, even into old age, for fun and fitness. Oh well, we did get to see our first (and probably our last) arena football game. 
As a part of my spring ritual, I spent this past Saturday afternoon working with Brandy loading her in the trailer. Sometimes I admire her for her stamina and in the next breath I’m cussing her because now her stamina is better defined as stubbornness. On Heartland (the TV show Ken and I like to watch), Jack, who is one of the main characters, a gruff old guy with two granddaughters usually has some advice when working with horses. I always think of his bits of wisdom when I’m dealing with Brandy. He says when it comes to horses “if you go at it like you have 15 minutes it’ll take all day. If you go at it like you have all day, it’ll take 15 minutes.” Horses can sense so much, anxiety, fear, impatience, strees, irritation and they react accordingly.
I made her run circles when she didn’t do what I wanted and eventually I was able to get her loaded in the trailer and I could walk out without her trying to beat me out the door. Since then the weather has been rainy so I haven’t been able to work with her. Maybe this coming weekend.
We spent Sunday afternoon working on the horses. Both McLintock and Brandy need their tails worked on. Brandy’s looked more like a baseball bat than a tail. The tails look better don’t they?!
It’s been quiet here, except for the weather. We were in a tornado warning on Sunday, but it stayed mostly in northern Lancaster County. Needless to say, the weather didn’t keep us from going to Pla Mor to dance.
The baby chicks are growing. Even with this cooler weather they don’t spend as much time under the heat lamp.
Below is the chick with the feathers on his feet.
