It Didn't Happen

In what should be no surprise at all, I did not manage to get my horse ridden this weekend. 

I legitimately tried - I was dressed, had grabbed half of my tack with my grooming kit, brought Stitch in and inspected his sides for the new bites that showed up overnight - and initially missed the one on his back. Right where the saddle would end. Which was tender to pressure.

I found it as I was grooming, thankfully well before I threw a saddle on. 

Instead, we worked on lining up at the mounting block as a refresher, went for a walk around the pond (during which I almost died when he spooked at ducks that flew off right next to us), and then I needed to stay inside because the sun came out and it got hot which I wasn't dressed for so Stitch got his mane tidied up.

Stitch recovered quickly from the duck incident. My foot, not so much.

The hope is that 48 hours will be enough time for Stitch to become non-reactive to the scrape so that I can try again on Monday. If he happens to come in with more marks on his back, his suit of armor will have to go on. I try to keep the fly sheet off until the flies actually get bad, which is usually more like July, but am willing to make him wear it earlier if needed.