Dancer and I have our one year anniversary together coming up in a week or so. I'm not really sure what to get him for the occasion but he decided to give me my gift early. I think he thought my first major fall off of him would be a great gift.
Yesterday was an average ordinary day but as you all know, with horses, things can change in an instant. We were walking down the trail we've been down many, many times. One of the barn ladies was venturing out with her warmblood that can be hot sometimes and this was her third trail with us. She was doing fantastic. We got a bit down the road and the warmblood balked and wanted to go back. We thought she was just being a silly mare and getting scared over nothing. Her rider managed to get her to turn around and continue on. This is when the fun happened. Out of nowhere, a huge hawk flew out of the trees on the right. He had to have been the size of a large grizzley bear. (I'm sure he was average but that's how the horses and myself saw him.) Next thing I knew, Dancer did an extremely fast and sharp spin to the right. He went right and I went left. I landed in a soybean field. For some reason they look soft but trust me, they are not. I lay there for a minute thinking I was dead and didn't want to move. My mom hollered at me checking that I was still alive. She said Dancer stopped and she had him. (Apparently the warmblood just turned around, slowly, and my mom's horse bucked a bit and that was it.)
When I discovered I was still alive and not broken I mounted my scaredy cat steed and headed home. Now I have a bruise the size of my hand on my left leg and the bruise is painful and hard as a rock. I just thank my lucky stars that I didn't break anything and everybody made it home alive and in one piece. Just a bit nervous to go back out on a trail since that was the worst spook we've had since I brought him home and I'm still not that great of a rider.
Well, that's my story. Thanks for reading.