Showing posts with label Horses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horses. Show all posts

Sunday, November 18, 2012

A Little Excitement



The Hay Field  (last month)

Early this morning I got a wake – up call from my daughter yelling to me to get dressed quick (I believe the direct quote was "Hey, put some pants on!  We have a horse emergency!")  Seems a few of the horses were, for some mysterious reason, loose in the hay field behind our house.  She was just getting up to see if they had come up for breakfast and looked out the window to see three majestic horses galloping across the hay field behind the house, tails up and heading for the road.  Not a minute later our neighbor down the road called to tell us her daughter had spotted them running towards their farm. 

My daughter threw on a coat, her boots and a baseball cap and ran out the door, grabbed a bucket of grain and some lead ropes and headed out across the field towards them.  I got in the car and backed to the end of the driveway.  If they spooked I would try to block the road and keep them from continuing on to the much busier road that intersects ours.  Luckily, the horses only crossed the quiet back road to our neighbor's where they were greeted with a tub of feed from her at the end of her driveway.  She stood with them until my daughter arrived, which was very kind, especially considering she was already dressed for church and the three big, crazy dingbats were all swarming around her fighting over the grain.  Our neighbors are the best! 

My daughter, only having two hands for leading, had only grabbed two lead ropes, so she threw them over Nate and Blue and Donnie followed behind.  Donnie is a Nervous Nellie and a follower.  It was still a little on the dark side so cars coming up the road had their lights on which spooked Nate a tad but he was controllable.  What I like about our neighborhood is that all the cars slowed down and some stopped to ask if she needed help with the horses.  If the drivers weren’t savvy as they were passing the horses it could have gotten ugly.  So a disaster was averted because of good neighbors and sensible drivers as my daughter led Moe, Larry and Curly home from their morning adventure.

Another neighbor who helps us out around the farm took his truck around the fence line without being asked and found their escape route.  He knows the horses well and told us that it was definitely Blue who led the pack.  Seems “he who knows how to open gates” (that’s his Native American name) fiddled with the gate up on the hill by the dressage arena until he opened the latch and pushed it open. Then led Nate and Donnie through the twisting trails onto the hay/corn field behind us. While our neighbor was up there he tied the gate shut.  He and his son were out hunting deer this morning so it was not hard to follow the trail through the frost to the gate. 

Of course, this set the rest of the herd galloping up to the barn to tattle on the Three Stooges.  We promptly locked them all in the catch pen.  Mellon got his medicine and I was able to catch Dusty for a ride.  They have been staying out all week because the inside of the barn was being varnished.  I was hoping they would come up this morning so I wouldn’t have to trek out to the back field to catch her.  So I guess one good thing came out of the morning romp.  Then again, I could do without the drama and could use the exercise walking around trying to cajole Dusty to come with me.  Never a dull moment around here.  

Until next time

Quote for Today

How do you catch a loose horse?
Make a noise like a carrot.

    - British Cavalry joke

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Establish Success





This week while riding Dusty I had an epiphany of sorts.  When cueing Dusty into the trot she needs no more than a feather light touch of my calf and she surges forward.  Her pace is just a little bit too forward, and I then have to half-halt and slow her down to where I want her.

It occurred to me that it might almost seem like a punishment to her when I slow her down.  I mean, here I am asking for the trot and she gives it to me.  In the next second, I take it all back and make her slow down.  She may be confused by this conflicting set of cues.  Or she just thinks I’m crazy and don’t know what I want.

So after discussing this with my trainer/daughter, we both agreed it would be best for Dusty and myself to set her up for success.  By this I mean that, while walking, I get the positioning and pace I think will make it easier for her to succeed, and only ask for the trot transition in a situation where she is balanced and positioned in such a way that she is not likely to blast off in the first place. 

We do this on a circle, starting at around 20 meters.  Once she was relaxed and paying attention, we’d walk a smaller circle about ¼ of this in just one corner of the arena, and ask for the trot just as we were heading into the corner from the center of the arena, so there was plenty of rail and corner for support.  Dusty wasn’t asked for the trot until we were all satisfied that she wouldn’t shoot off like a rocket.  You can feel when the time is right to ask just by the softness felt through the reins and the swing through the back.  

If the transition went smoothly and the trot was quiet and soft, we continued through the turn and trotted on the 20 meter circle.  If the trot was speedy or resistant, we stayed on the ¼ arena corner circle until it was under control, came back to walk and started over.

With just a few tries, I did get a consistently nice transition and pace and an even nicer halt this way.  We repeated the whole process in the other direction with the same result.

We’ve decided to keep working with Dusty this way until she realizes that the trot doesn’t have to be at Mach 10 all the time.  If we make it easy for her to succeed when she does it right I’m sure she’ll pick up on it quickly, she’s a smart girl.

I think it’s a good training concept to set all the horses up to succeed and make them feel good about their jobs.  Who wouldn’t feel good about getting it right instead of wrong most of the time?  It’s a good way to instill confidence in a horse and in humans for that matter.  We all need to feel good about ourselves and in turn it will make us happier with what we do.


Postscript:  We worked on this today again and even though it’s been five days between rides she did wonderfully.  I set her up with the walking circle and it took less than half the time as a few days ago.  We trotted at a leisurely pace in both directions without a misstep or change of pace.  The halt was square and right on the money.  We kept it short, gave her lots of praise and treats when we got back to the barn. 

I’m very proud of her. It seems as if she might be saying something like “If you just tell me what you want in a clear and concise manner, then I’d be happy to oblige.”   At least that’s what I hope she’s thinking, but with Dusty you just never know.

Until next time
Quote for Today
A horse is an animal not a machine and is only as good as it's rider.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Dusty and Blue

" Blue"

There was nothing much going on around here this past weekend. Friday I took the Mule out to look for Dusty’s Soft-Ride boots.  She came in without them after being let out to graze with the boys for a while. Luckily I found them in the second paddock, in the mud.   Good thing I was wearing my slip-on sneakers; I totally trashed them.  And when I went to pick up the second boot a bug flew in my mouth and down my throat.  After gagging and spitting for a while I think I just swallowed it.  More protein never hurt anyone, right?  Gack!

Saturday I rode Blue in the morning and he was mostly good.  He’s got steering problems so we worked on that for a while at the walk.  It’s funny but it seems he’s also forgotten how to keep a steady pace at the trot.  A nice start turns into speed and then almost slows to a walk then speeds up again.  We worked on getting him consistent.  My balance may cause part of the problem because I am relying too much on my stirrups again.  I rely on my stirrups for balance, especially when the saddle shifts, and that only makes it slip even more.  Blue has the same whither challenged problem as Dusty, as in they are non-existent to the human eye or saddle.   So with Blue’s bone-jarring big movement at the trot, the saddle slips side to side and my balance goes side to side with it. I’m afraid we’re going to be stuck with this for a while until he’s fitter and used to being back in work and until I can find my balance on him.

" Dusty in her little paddock"
Dusty had a lovely day at the spa.  First she got the total curry massage treatment, then three different brushes to bring out the gleam in her lovely coat, while stuffing treats in her mouth to make her stop fidgeting.   Then Show Sheen in her tail, which was de-knotted and de-burred before a perfect trim.  After her mane was pulled she looked years younger (that’s what I told her anyway.)  When her treatment was over, I turned her out in the small paddock and she promptly gave herself a mudpack.  Ah, the price of beauty.

Until next time

Quote for Today
In training horses, one trains himself
    - Antoine De Pluvinet-

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Revisiting Commitment

" Dusty "

" Blue "

 With snow storms rolling in here every few days and hammering us with inches upon inches of cold white misery, it has been hard to stay committed and consistent in my riding.  I realized the other day while watching more inches accumulate that without commitment and consistent riding both the horses and I will most likely fall behind in our training goals.  My mantra  “nothing good comes without commitment and consistency” has been on the back burner lately.
 
This was disheartening until the proverbial light bulb moment hit me… I have no goals on the high priority agenda!  Whew, that was a relief.  Here I was beating myself up for not getting out there in the finger-numbing, toe-freezing cold, tacking up and continuing our training.  Since I have no real goals to speak of other than getting Dusty, Blue and myself going correctly and in some semblance of riding fitness, I’m home free.  Not forever, but just until I feel the commitment burr under my saddle spurring me on to get things done.
 
I’ve had a meeting with myself and revisited my mind, which can be a scary place under normal circumstances.  Being a semi-perfectionist, my brain under stress is intimidating to say the least.  When I originally started riding Dusty I toyed with the whimsical idea of perhaps taking her to a show or two.  I’ve since decided against that for the foreseeable future.  Although, it’s something that might seem like fun occasionally, for the time being I’ve decided I simply can’t do it all again.  Getting to the barn at 3-4 a.m., braiding, bathing, driving to the show, waiting around, schooling, waiting around, heat, humidity, flies, filthy port-a-potties, toxic horse show food, annoying people, packing up, driving home, unloading, cleaning out the trailer etc.  That’s just not fun for me anymore, if it ever was.
 
So even as a former perfectionist I’m thinking as long as I keep my goals simple:
1.       Keep training as consistently as I feel like it
2.       Have fun with the horses
3.       Trail ride as much as possible and enjoy nature
 
It gives my psyche a huge stamp of approval to remember that the quality of time I spend riding or interacting with the horses is just as important as the quantity of time spent.  And I’ve given myself permission to get to it when I can; and when I can’t, it will be acceptable knowing that in the warmer weather we’ll make up for what we missed now.  I’m sure Dusty and Blue couldn’t care less whether they are ridden or longed so long as they are still given treats and hugs for nothing more than being the good-natured treat monsters they are. 
 
Until next time


Quote for Today
Horses are the most agreeable friends. They ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Farm in October


I love the colors of autumn and thought I would put up some pictures of the farm taken this weekend.  As you can see the leaves are at their most colorful but they are falling to the ground and the limbs will quickly be bare. The horses are getting their winter coats and before long the weather will change from crisp cool days to icy temps and snow will blanket us in white. For now I will just enjoy the beauty surrounding me.  It’s difficult to come inside when the weather is crisp and nature is dipping her paintbrush into the limitless palette of brilliant colors to paint the landscape.  Hope you enjoy the pictures. 


"Of course I can't make a move around here without assistants"
"They thought I had treats, turned out to only be a camera"

" Disappointed and heading for greener pastures"
"Hey guys, wait up"
"Stupid boys, always wasting energy"!

Until next time
Quote for Today
As the wind swept over the saddle, it turned to a mixture of bright colors and painted the world.
    - Ronan Warriors 

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Lazy Days of Summer

Just a few pictures of the goings on around here
' Mellon checking out what's for dinner in the feed shed'
'Sami'  "Can I come in guys"?
'Dusty being nosy too'
'Dusty and Nate grooming' 
' Nobody saw me eating this hay, right'
' Ma, he's being mean to me again'
'Hooked up the drag'
'Tried it out'
'The finished product'
This picture of our 18 yr.old Aussie 'Molly' says it all about 
the way we feel at the end of a long day!

Until next time
Quote for Today
 A little horseplay... the way best to enjoy a summer day!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

" Self Preservation "

“Self Preservation”
 
' Lifeguard '
 
It occurred to me recently that my horses have absolutely no natural instinct for self-preservation.  I’m wondering what everyone else thinks about their horse’s personalities and whether or not their horses could survive if turned out in the wild.
The reason why this particular subject came to mind: I was about to drag the arena in the back field a few days ago, when I got out of the Kubota to open the gate, in the blink of an eye Nate had walked onto our chain harrow (luckily the tines were pointed down) and had to have all four hooves extricated; While extricating Nate and shooing him away, Grady thought the whole thing looked like a good idea and wedged both his front feet in the drag as well; Blue was standing in front of the hood staring me down and wouldn’t move even though I blew the horn at him; Donnie was checking out the bed in the back and had found an old halter and a rusty horseshoe with nails we had just picked up in the paddock to play with.  I swear it’s like living with a bunch of five year olds.
As I thought back over the years, many more instances of recklessness or downright stupidity came to mind, these are by no means all of their antics just a few of my favorites:
  • There was the time when Blue and Erik took a run across the half frozen pond on the way in from turnout. Hence, the fencing around the pond.
    • When Lifeguard picked the lock on the gate and led the entire herd on a merry gallop across the road through the neighbor’s sod farm, and tore it up. Although he's no longer with us he still has the ability to conjure up fond memories.
    • When we live on Long Island, my daughter used to take the horses on a short walk to Long Island Sound.  Her friend one day came along and ponied her young OTTB Squiggy to the beach for the first time.  Although he had never seen so much as a big puddle, he got loose and ran off, making a bee-line straight into the oncoming waves of the Sound and kept on going until he fell off a ledge some distance out and disappeared under the water entirely, only to emerge a while later, shaken and disoriented.  But that didn’t stop him - he kept swimming out for a while until they rode further up the beach to lure him back.  He eventually turned around and got himself out of the water, only to gallop past the other horses up the beach and off into the distance.
    • Down by the Sound again, Erik spooked and dove into a swamp - presumably for cover? - got stuck and dumped my daughter in the reeds and mud.  Luckily she didn’t let go of the reins and he dragged her for quite a ways, running next to him before she could stop him.  Where did he think he was going?  Or was he trying to outrun the horrifying “Swamp Thing” running beside him?
    • Blue one day got loose and, of all the places he could have wandered, we found him standing happily in the dumpster atop a mountain of manure surveying his kingdom.
    • Nate’s done so many off-the-wall things it’s hard to list them all , but my favorite would definitely have to be the time in Scotland when my daughter was taking a hotel group trail ride out.  Nate saw giant red cows with horns and, fleeing for his life, forgot to look behind him and backed up so quickly he ran into a bank and fell over backwards. 
     Nate is the main reason why any improvement we do on the farm starts with the question, “how could Nate hurt himself with this and how can it be prevented”?  Although, despite our best efforts, we’re convinced he could even hurt himself in a padded stall....  So I guess that our domesticated horses probably couldn’t take care of themselves if released into the wild and left to their own devices. How about yours?

    Until next time
    Quote for Today
     Leave a horse's gate unfastened and he'll be knocking on your window in the night.

    Wednesday, January 6, 2010

    " Love The One You're With"

    “Love the One You’re With”


    Are you guilty, as I am, of always looking for the “perfect” horse: that fancier, better-trained, more stunning horse in the classifieds, at the horseshow, in the magazine...?  Sure, there may be no such thing as the “perfect horse.”  Still, should that stop us from looking for the horse of our dreams?  Of course not, if that’s your heart’s desire. 


    But I know how easy it is for those dreams to get in the way of reality, and you can get so hung up on what you wish you had, that you don’t realize what you’ve got.  A lot of us don’t consider that the horse we have now might be more perfect for us than we realize.  I have to hit the confessional on this one because I’ve been guilty in the past of thinking this way. After I lost my best horse ever, Erik, two years ago, I’ll admit I didn’t even feel like riding for a very long time.  Then I had the recovery from the knee replacement surgery, which was longer than I thought it would last.  So, what did I do to amuse myself during all this time off from riding?  I did what a lot of horse people do; I fired up the computer and went to lots of sites looking for the perfect horse.  After finding quite a few that I immediately fell in love with from their pictures, descriptions, bloodlines and my own fantasies of having another fancy Dutch Warmblood, I took a moment to sit down and assess my needs at this stage of the game. 


    It’s not easy to realize that you’re no longer young and athletic and can no longer hop on any horse and just ride.  But even if I could, did I really need such a young, athletic, fancy horse again?  I had to ask myself the tough questions about what motivates me to ride and what kind of horseman I want to be.  What did I want to get from riding, and what kind of horse did I need for that?  The truth surprised me.


    Reality reared its very ugly head and I had to talk myself off the ledge and admit that what I wanted and what I needed for my future riding endeavors might not be one and the same. I loved Erik, but he was not always a fun horse to ride and could sometimes be intimidating.  I wanted to continue to learn and improve my riding and have fun in the process.  And what I needed to do that, more than looks and athleticism, was a completely safe, trustworthy horse, if such a horse could every truly exist.


    The next question was where I was going to find this paragon of virtue.  Most of the horses for sale were younger and needed training. By my brutally honest calculations, I was going to need an older horse with more sense and training than what was offered. The catch here is, unfortunately, sometimes their training doesn’t quite match up to what I expect from a horse. There was no way I was going to attempt to retrain a horse with behavioral issues and, on the flip side, I didn’t want a horse that had been ridden into the ground for years and came with a lot of physical baggage.  There were just too many scenarios swirling around my addled brain and I couldn’t make a decision on what I wanted as opposed to what I needed.

    Enter my daughter who is an excellent trainer of horses and riders and specializes in horses with behavior problems.  I could have gotten any horse I wanted if she was willing to help train, but she works full time and barely has time for her own horses. It wouldn’t be fair of me to burden her with another untrained horse.  We had a talk, she put her hands on her hips and looked at me in the exasperated way only a child of mine can and, rolling her eyes, commented that we had a barn full of horses and why didn’t I ride Blue or Dusty? 



    Light bulb moment?  Well maybe, but I had only ridden Blue once or twice due to the fact that he is my older daughter’s horse and Dusty was an untrained little brat the last time I rode her many years ago. I had my doubts.  We talked a little more about each horse's good points:

    Blue is well trained but hasn’t been ridden consistently since my two grandchildren came along and my eldest really had no time or interest at this point in riding. Blue certainly has a mind of his own but is steady, unflappable and rarely spooks. This was a plus for me because Erik was the fastest spook this side of hell. Not just my opinion, by the way; every “professional” he ever dumped snidely commented on the same thing. So here we have a sweet, talented horse that is steady, yet stubborn sometimes to the point of completely disregarding any cue you give him.  We think he zones out, tunes out and just does his own thing when the mood strikes. While he’ll never act flighty, gallop off with you or have a bucking fit, he is the only horse I’ve ever ridden who will “run away” with you at the walk if he gets distracted and forgets to halt, no matter how hard you try to stop him!  So he’s far from “pushbutton,” but he’s never scary.  His only physical problem is he doesn’t have the best hocks, probably due to his near-chronic Lyme Disease. He’s also just as lazy - or maybe even lazier - than Erik was, and his trot is at best uncomfortable and at worst bone-jarring.  Blue’s overall total in his plus column was impressive when added to his very cool dude personality. 


    Dusty’s column on the other hand could possibly rack up more debits.  Other than the fact that I’ve always liked her - don’t ask me why, because I always got the feeling she only tolerated me - I was willing to add up her good points.. She is also steady, brave and loves trail rides and new adventures. Dusty is very willing and likes to work, even though she thinks she knows everything, and is willing to put up a fight to get her point across.  She is a forward horse and very enthusiastic about everything. She also had the most comfortable trot I’ve ever sat.  Dusty however, needed a lot of training; at 13, she is still green, mostly because we never really had the time to train her on a consistent basis. I suppose the good spot in all this would be she has a lot less wear and tear under saddle than most teenagers do. Her worst problem was that she doesn’t like to be mounted and will fidget or run away from the mounting block. Flipping herself over at the mounting block years ago was what got her sent back to her previous owner in the first place. She’s also very opinionated, but so am I, so we understand each other.  Another reason I’ve never ridden her is I thought she was too small for me; at 15’1 hands she seemed like a pony compared to the horses I rode for 15 years that were 17’2 and 16’2.  However - and don’t tell her I said this - she has quite a large barrel and it takes up my whole leg.  It’s also easier for me to mount and dismount, and let’s face it, if I do hit the ground it won’t be from such a lofty height as I’m used to - and  fingers crossed it won’t do as much damage.

    Here were my two choices and I decided to ride both and see where it would lead us.  So far, I’ve been having a good time with both of these horses. When I am able to ride again, if the weather ever clears, I’m secure in the knowledge that I made some good choices and that both horses will have a lot to teach me, we’ll have fun, and we’ll be safe.

     
    Part of my little story is to show that you may not need that fancy horse and, if you’re lucky you may even have the “almost” perfect horse right in your own barn or backyard and not even realize it.  I gave my horses a second look and realized that, maybe they weren’t the horses I’d always dreamed about, they were right for me right now. 


    Sure, if all you care about is competition or keeping up with the Joneses, then maybe the horse you have now isn’t fancy enough or young enough or talented enough to live up to your fantasies.  But the world is full of throw-away horses people got tired of or tossed aside for an upgrade, and most of the time there is probably nothing wrong with them.  Every horse has something to offer if the rider is willing to stick it out or look at riding from new perspective.  For most of us, that horse out in the barn, unless he’s injured or retired, probably still has a lot to offer and to teach us, starting with: setting honest, realistic goals; working through problems with patience and compassion; accepting what we can’t change; being responsible to those animals in our charge and; in general, being better horsemen. 


    Maybe it is better if we look at what we have than what we do not have. Working with those available horses instead of looking for the perfect horse somewhere else would save a lot of time and anguish because we already know them and what they are capable of doing. And maybe best of all, they are the ones who appreciate it the most.


    I’ve come to realize that these two horses seem to appreciate all the extra attention they have been getting lately.  Dusty is at the point where if we don’t work for a few days, or it’s too cold to groom her properly, she won’t even look at me. I’m afraid she gets insulted pretty easily. That is one thing she may just have to get over herself about, until it’s a lot warmer out there.


    Until next time


    Quote for Today


    Riding is a partnership. The horse lends you his strength, speed and grace, which are greater than yours. For your part you give him your guidance, intelligence and understanding, which are greater than his. Together you can achieve a richness that alone neither can.
        - Lucy Rees







    Friday, December 11, 2009

    Horses in the Snow

    Horses in the Snow


    There's something so peaceful and magical about horses in the snow. At this busy time of year we could all use a break,so sit back, relax and take a moment to enjoy these images.



     

     









     

    Until next time

    Quote for Today
    A horse is an angel without wings

    Sunday, September 20, 2009

    Peaceful Days




    PEACEFUL DAYS

    Normally we don’t open the back riding field to our herd but, since we’ve decided to let their pastures rest for a few weeks, they have been allowed access for the time being.  We’ve gotten some reports from the neighbors on their activities and found what they said a little hard to believe.  Today we decided to check out the allegations of what can only be construed as odd behavior.  The neighbors were right; this is one odd herd…
    With acres of grass to graze where do you think the best place would be to spend the day if you were a horse?  Well, I’d be on the grass… but not this bunch!  Their favorite place to hang all day is in the riding arena.  Still scratching my head trying to figure that one out.  I wonder if they never had a giant playpen as babies and are reliving their childhoods…?

    Did I forget to mention that they're also extremely nosy!




    ' The Playpen'


    'Guess which one has been chewing the fence'



    ' The Odd Bunch'



    ' There's just gotta be food hidden in here'



       ' The best grass is always under the mule '


     " Whatcha  lookin for Grady"



     ' A chestnut unicorn'?


    ' Wonder if I could fit in here"

    " If we can get this started Donnie,
    We could terrorize the herd and be

    "The Horses from Hell"



    " C'mon boys let's go back in the club house"


    Until next time

    Quote for Today

    You cannot remain unmoved by the gentleness of conformation of a well-bred and well-trained horse. . . more than 1000 pounds of big-boned, well-muscled animal, yet forever a menace with it's innocent power. . .but when it greets you with a nicker and regards you with a large and liquid eye, the question of where you want to be has been answered.