Foghorn?

Sunday morning dawned foggy- well, can't say as it dawned, because we didn't get to see sunup. The cows were missing their babies, and their bellowing reminded me of foghorns. When they saw me out doing chores, they came up to the fence where they last saw their calves.

Hey- don't blame me!

The bawling brought in more cows from the foggy reaches of the field.

No, I haven't seen your babies.

Yes, I'm sure they aren't here. 

The fog burned off and the day improved, so I caught Chickory and saddled up. I rode in the round pen, this is the first real ride I've put in on her since I got her back from the trainer. The cinch gall is nearly all gone, but the hair hasn't grown back yet, so I only rode 20 minutes. Didn't want to aggravate the bare skin. We worked on leg yielding, and I'm finding out that she has issues to the right. Circling the pen to the right, she fades to the center of the pen, but clockwise, she stays on the rail. If I ask her with my leg to move over, she just leans into my leg. So I worked on getting her to move off my right leg, one step at a time. Of course, I balanced it with work off my left leg too. Things fall apart at the trot, so I worked mostly at the walk. I quit when she gave me some nice yields both directions. 

Also found out Chickory likes apples. So she gets a little treat after riding.