Planned a ride....

But it turned into a lesson. Clancy is not standing still for me to get on yet. (Sigh). Had her all saddled up and wanted to go out on the fields and down by the dikes to look for wildlife.....
I use a step, whatever is handy- in this case a log seat by our fire pit. Every time I went to step my foot in the stirrup, she'd back up, and turn her rump away. The other day when we went for a trail ride, I decided not to waste everyone's time schooling her so had Shayla hold her while I got on. But it's high time she got over this, so today's ride got cancelled and off to the round pen we went.
 I made her work a bit, and had to get after her a bit when she humped a little when the saddle started bouncing, and she leveled out.

After having to work, (looks like the saddle slid forward) she started looking for relief. By this time, I had climbed up on the half barrel that's in the center of the pen, because I want her to come to me when I'm above her.

Looking back over my shoulder: Still uncertain if she should come in closer..... so I sent her around again. Did this a half dozen times. I'd stay still on my spot and wait for her to join up.

Finally, she came within arm's reach and I petted her and invited her in closer. She took another step and I used the reins to ask her for a better position. She still wanted to back up when I put my foot in the stirrup, so I spent about 5 minutes just weighting the stirrup and taking my foot out when she stood still. Finally (!!!) she just stood there and licked her lips and I got on.
The next thing I need to work on with her after we get this sorted out, is opening gates. She tends to be in a hurry to go through and doesn't wait for me to fully unlatch the gate before she turns her body to go through it. Once I got it opened, I didn't let her go through, but stayed in the pen for a couple minutes before riding through.
This seems to be all pretty new to her; I think the guy who was riding her was the get on and go type who never taught her some of the finer points that I think she needs to know.
Once I got out of the pen, we saw that the little bull calf had escaped into the yard, so we trailed him back to his pen, and called it a day.