The winter that never ends seems to be continuing on right through spring here in Indiana.
I've been able to put more consistent rides on Annie and even had a jumping lesson a few weeks ago in which Annie seemed to have not missed a beat but where I looked like an idiot (although I always look like an idiot so maybe I have not missed a beat).
Last Sunday I got a spur of the moment call from a friend who asked me if I wanted to go on a trail ride. As I was sitting in my PJs eating a bowl of CocoWheats and a mug of tea of course I said yes!
We both thought it was a little bit chilly when we tacked up but the parking lot was full of people there with their mountain bikes and children of assorted ages. Turns out it was a brisk 35 degrees. Apparently 35 degrees feels warm enough for taking your horse/child/bike out for a spin, an indication that everyone was used to those -14 degree days.
I thought that Annie did really well, she's a funny horse. She isn't terribly BAH!!! spooky but she's more STATUE! spooky. If she wasn't sure that a rock/tree stump/person was a danger to herself or others she'd freeze like a statue and stare at it. Once she decided it wasn't a threat she moved on. I worked on both letting her figure things out for herself and reinforcing that forward meant FORWARD! by using my stick. She grew more confident and was soon trotting down the trail (occasionally slamming to a stop to STATUE!) and did some "hand galloping" in the lead as well.
A good experience to get her out of the ring and to work on her obedience, her trust, and her bravery. All important things for an eventing arabian.
Here's Annie posing on the trail. Notice the purple biothane bridle. REQUIRED equipment for an arabian on the trails.
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Friday, March 28, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Moooo
It's nice to have friends who encourage you to do potentially stupid things on horseback. A friend of mine was taking her all around arabian mare back to another "intro to cows" clinic with a localish trainer. Due to the Worst Winter Ever her clinic was moved and several people ended up having to cancel, leaving a last minute opening for me at Turning Point Equine Center with clincian Ed Chambers.
Take Annie to a clinic full of cows having never seen a cow before when I've ridden her 5 times in the month of January and once in the month of February? Sure, what could go wrong?
First I started off with some visual aids in an effort to explain to Annie what a "cow" was and what "cutting a cow" was. I hoped that this was enough to not give her a stroke when she saw her first cow.
We didn't exactly make our figure 8. Moving cows around is a lot harder than it looks!!!
After that the cows were let loose into the entire arena and we were supposed to cut one cow from the herd and move them down the arena and through a set of barrels and back. First, cows don't like to leave their cow friends, second, cows move FAST!
Here is Annie's second time facing the herd of cows. She marched right into the herd and when they didn't move she started biting the cows. Not exactly what I'm supposed to be doing but Annie's change in confidence was amazing. It was really difficult trying to cut one cow out of the herd. They stay glued together and Annie kept trying eat all of them whenever they got within eating distance. We did eventually cut one cow out and then we had to fly down the arena after it to try and turn it back through the barrels in time. I had a few seconds to admire the amazing trot she was giving me with her rounded back and arched neck fixed on the cows.
The clinician was very complimentary about Annie and how quick she caught on to cow work and we got lots of compliments from the rest of the people there who said that she was well trained and we made a good partnership. They were all amazed at how well she handled the entire experience and I hope that she represented arabians to the western world.
On a side note I found it amazing that every single participant was wearing a helmet by their own choice and several were wearing air vests that they said they trail rode in on a regular basis. Great to see other disciplines making the choice to be safe with their heads.
I'm really glad I got talked into going to the clinic and it was a welcome respite from the grind of this winter.
Take Annie to a clinic full of cows having never seen a cow before when I've ridden her 5 times in the month of January and once in the month of February? Sure, what could go wrong?
First I started off with some visual aids in an effort to explain to Annie what a "cow" was and what "cutting a cow" was. I hoped that this was enough to not give her a stroke when she saw her first cow.
Then we actually had to get there. We were supposed to go Friday afternoon but our "light dusting" turned into 5 inches of snow and the trip was postponed. Driving up Saturday morning at o dark thirty we were very glad we hadn't tried to head up Friday night. No way in heck would we have made it.
When we got there I had to hitch Annie up on the rail next to her first mules. Notice how concerned she is and my total lack of any sort of cow appropriate western tack. Oh well. Her biggest bother is that gosh darned slow feed hay "prison" that is keeping her from getting to all the hay as fast as possible.
Here's a view of the entire arena from the clinician's website. At the far end is an extra set of panels that fences off about 60 feet across and inside of that is another little pen to contain the cows. The arena is heated by a wood burning stove outside so it was toasty warm.
The clinician made sure everybody knew that Annie had never even SEEN a cow and we were the scheduled entertainment for the day. Awesome.
First they bring the cows in from the pasture into a fenced off area and then put them in a little tiny pen inside that fenced in area. Annie stared and stared and stared but at least she didn't try to run away. Then we got to into the bigger pens with the entire group and sniff the cows through the fence up close. Annie had to get a lead from a buddy horse to get within ten feet of the safely contained cows. Then they let one cow loose at a time into the fenced in area and a horse goes into that area to "track" the cow. They wanted the horse to keep his eye on the cow the entire time and to follow it closely around the arena. I let Annie watch for a LONG time. She was mesmerized and I had no idea her neck was that flexible as she refused to let the loose cow out of her sight. I also hoped that having her watch the other horses not get eaten would bolster her confidence.
Eventually it was Annie's turn and she had to face her demons/cows. We had to get a lead into the fenced in area and a lead up to the loose cow. The clinician used us as a demo of building confidence in our horses around cows. Using his horse to block the fenced in herd and push the cow out to us so we could move it around. He noticed that she ok facing the one cow on her own from a safe distance but the herd of cows was too much to handle. Annie grew braver and braver and was quickly trotting after the cow trying to sniff it. Then she put her teeth on it to find out what happened. That cow RAN. After that the clinician had us back off the cow because he wants to leave the horse at the height of his confidence and wanting more.
After everyone would work a cow the cow had to be herded out of the big pen, across the open arena, and into a roundpen at the other end. The waiting horses formed a corridor and tried to keep that cow from getting loose and helped herd it into the roundpen. I let Annie follow the cow a bit as it passed each time to build her confidence. After we'd worked all the cows and moved them to the roundpen we had to move all the cows back out of the roundpen, across the arena, and into the big pen. I let Annie follow as close as she wanted as the other horses helped push the entire herd back where they came from.
Next the cows were let out of their little pen into the big pen and we were supposed to go into the pen and with a partner move the cows around the pen in a figure eight.
Annie entered the pen willingly with her friend but stopped dead 20 feet from the cows. The clinician said that she was now ok pushing around one cow but pushing 15 cows was a bit much and reminded everyone that she had never seen cows before. Then Annie snorted and the whole herd moved. Then she snorted again and the whole herd moved again. Then Annie snorted a third time and it was like something clicked in her furry little brain. THE COWS ARE AFRAID OF ME. Then she advanced on the entire herd with her ears pinned.
The cows moved out of the way.
She got even bolder and was soon pushing the entire herd of cows around the pen while the clincian told everyone how much her confidence had increased and how she now realized she could make the cows move at once.
We didn't exactly make our figure 8. Moving cows around is a lot harder than it looks!!!
After that the cows were let loose into the entire arena and we were supposed to cut one cow from the herd and move them down the arena and through a set of barrels and back. First, cows don't like to leave their cow friends, second, cows move FAST!
Here is Annie's second time facing the herd of cows. She marched right into the herd and when they didn't move she started biting the cows. Not exactly what I'm supposed to be doing but Annie's change in confidence was amazing. It was really difficult trying to cut one cow out of the herd. They stay glued together and Annie kept trying eat all of them whenever they got within eating distance. We did eventually cut one cow out and then we had to fly down the arena after it to try and turn it back through the barrels in time. I had a few seconds to admire the amazing trot she was giving me with her rounded back and arched neck fixed on the cows.
In between turns we were supposed to keep the cut cow out of the herd and keep the herd in line. Annie took this job a little too seriously. She didn't want to turn her back to the entire herd and she got a little worked up and kept stepping out of her spot and going after cows that she thought got too close. A few times a cow came running right toward us at top speed and Annie not only stood her ground but advanced toward the cow with her ears back and her teeth clacking shut.
Here's a picture of everyone at the end of the clinic. You can see we're the only two horses there in english tack although at least my friend has her trail saddle!
The clinician was very complimentary about Annie and how quick she caught on to cow work and we got lots of compliments from the rest of the people there who said that she was well trained and we made a good partnership. They were all amazed at how well she handled the entire experience and I hope that she represented arabians to the western world.
On a side note I found it amazing that every single participant was wearing a helmet by their own choice and several were wearing air vests that they said they trail rode in on a regular basis. Great to see other disciplines making the choice to be safe with their heads.
I'm really glad I got talked into going to the clinic and it was a welcome respite from the grind of this winter.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Another arctic tundra update
This is a blog post about nothing.
I've not been doing any of this and it doesn't look like I'll be doing any of this for a long time. This is the reason I don't make goals, because the thought of not reaching them sucks. I had a major goal of coming out strong in the spring at BN but that is far and distant right now.
I've been showing up at the barn in this
Not very attractive but it keeps me warm and surprisingly I work up a sweat when I'm bashing ice out of buckets.
Speaking of, I'm tired of bashing ice out of buckets so I'm getting creative. I saw this great product online
From http://www.wildangelcozy.com/. I know several people that have them and they work exactly as advertised. Super idea but a little expensive for 19 horses.
I found a homemade option at Thepitchforkchronicles.com and decided to experiment with my own version.
The buckets at the barn all sit inside bucket holders like this only permanent so you can't really wrap the buckets.
So I decided to wrap the holder. Project Keep Damn Ice out of Damn Buckets phase 1 is a failure. Too much airspace between the insulated part and the buckets.
On to Phase Two - Cry to myself.
On to Phase Two - Cry to myself.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Green plus Green equals Black and Blue
When they really need to spend a lot of time doing this
So they show up with this horse, the love of their life, the apple of their eye
That they want turned into this horse
In 30 days
If they're lucky they end up in a barn with an experienced trainer and they keep their ears open.
The trainer gently directs them to something more suitable for their experience and goals
Instead of what they initially arrived with
With several months of professional training, weekly lessons, and patience they eventually go from this
To this with the understanding that it's a long road ahead
After which they can look at other people, shake their heads, and hopefully prevent the same thing from happening to anyone else
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Barn Care and the Polar Vortex
Well, I'm pretty close to selling all the horses by the pound. I'm going to start with the one that was jumping back and forth over the fence as I was trying to repair it (teach a horse to event it uses that skill against you)
and the one that apparently doesn't know how to jump at all (Hello hanging legs! Goodbye fence!).
Then move on to the 2yo who clocked me in the face so hard I saw stars. We had a RESPECT! session and now he will not come any closer then the end of his leadrope. Which is fine by me.
So temps dropped to -14 this week but the horses still had to get fed. First I had to get to the barn. Which meant getting dug out of this
and this getting towed out. Who knew you could spin your tires so hard you blew one and set your car on fire?
This is the washrack after the hot water heater kicked the bucket and dumped water all over the place and I couldn't get the door open to dump frozen buckets and said SCREW IT! You can see the heat lamp to prevent the spigots from freezing again.
These are the back up buckets for when I said SCREW IT to solid bricks of ice. You can drink from the bucket I give you or SCREW IT!
This is the hose that had to be dragged in and out of the tack room every day to water horses. Damn hose.
Here is the feedchart to make sure everyone gets fed. Damn horses.
And the people chart to make sure everything gets done right, necessary when multiple people are helping out. YAYYY PEOPLE!
I made a list of all the horses and a basic description (damn those chestnut mares). DAMN THE REST TOO!
All the feed is labeled YEAH FEED!
and the one that apparently doesn't know how to jump at all (Hello hanging legs! Goodbye fence!).
Then move on to the 2yo who clocked me in the face so hard I saw stars. We had a RESPECT! session and now he will not come any closer then the end of his leadrope. Which is fine by me.
So temps dropped to -14 this week but the horses still had to get fed. First I had to get to the barn. Which meant getting dug out of this
and this getting towed out. Who knew you could spin your tires so hard you blew one and set your car on fire?
This is the washrack after the hot water heater kicked the bucket and dumped water all over the place and I couldn't get the door open to dump frozen buckets and said SCREW IT! You can see the heat lamp to prevent the spigots from freezing again.
These are the back up buckets for when I said SCREW IT to solid bricks of ice. You can drink from the bucket I give you or SCREW IT!
This is the hose that had to be dragged in and out of the tack room every day to water horses. Damn hose.
Here is the feedchart to make sure everyone gets fed. Damn horses.
And the people chart to make sure everything gets done right, necessary when multiple people are helping out. YAYYY PEOPLE!
I made a list of all the horses and a basic description (damn those chestnut mares). DAMN THE REST TOO!
All the feed is labeled YEAH FEED!
Although I hope it's obvious that this is hay. YAY HAY!
Hopefully things will get better next week because they can't really get any worse.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Horse Auction Review
Today I made my annual trip to the Rushville New Year's sale. Lots and lots and lots of western tack of varying quality for pretty good prices and quite a few horses as well. Here are some of the horses that ran through the auction and the prices they brought. Most of them went to the killers.
2002 QH mare. Broke to ride, been a broodmare, caught in fence and hind legs a mess. $100
Bay Mare, not registered, not broke $260
Black gelding, no papers, no age given, said to be crippled $320
Chestnut mare no papers not broke to ride $225
Mule broke to drive $100
TWH x saddlebred very gaited 15yo $135
A pick up horse was the highest selling horse of the day for $875. Plain bay, big ugly head, but obviously a valuable horse.
Also at the sale were two minis who sold for $40 each and a Morgan/QH mare with foal at side who sold out back under the table to a young girl.
I did end up picking a horse up for free, I think he'll make an excellent eventing prospect although I hope he grows a little bit. I like to get them young and unstarted and he even came with a blanket.
2002 QH mare. Broke to ride, been a broodmare, caught in fence and hind legs a mess. $100
Bay Mare, not registered, not broke $260
Black gelding, no papers, no age given, said to be crippled $320
Chestnut mare no papers not broke to ride $225
Mule broke to drive $100
A pick up horse was the highest selling horse of the day for $875. Plain bay, big ugly head, but obviously a valuable horse.
Also at the sale were two minis who sold for $40 each and a Morgan/QH mare with foal at side who sold out back under the table to a young girl.
I did end up picking a horse up for free, I think he'll make an excellent eventing prospect although I hope he grows a little bit. I like to get them young and unstarted and he even came with a blanket.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
December trail ride
I'm day 77 (ok, it's more like 10) into barn managing while my friend is on stall rest. I have a new found appreciation for people who manage large barns full of boarders and I really understand why some of those barn managers are grumpy people who drink heavily. Time is precious and should only be spent on people who appreciate that.
As a boarder think about what you HAVE to do and what you CAN do in an extreme situation and how much it pays off in the long run.
I've introduced most of the volunteers to feeding/stall cleaning/and turning in and out and my friend is looking at getting more volunteer help and hiring someone to do some work as well. Everything at the barn is labeled and I have a communication board to relay notes to people in the evening in case I have a day off. I would say that things are going smoothly but I don't want to jinx myself. Editing to add that I freaking jinxed myself. Communication error and the horses were turned out on a day I had off. Luckily my very fancy and well thought out name tags remained on despite the mud *HA!* and someone who had been out to the barn twice was able to navigate 17 horses into the right stalls.
It's a long road to recovery but we'll get there before we know it.
I managed to catch a "pleasurable" trail ride with a friend at Whitewater State Park yesterday. Mental note, pleasurable for some people is a leisurely 4 miles with a beer in one hand. For others, it's 8 miles at a brisk trot. Observe the horses selected, if your trail companion is on an arabian you will probably not have time for beer.
But seriously it was a ton of fun and I have not trail ridden like that in years. It was nice to be on a dead broke trail horse. If we'd gone slow enough to keep my beer from fizzling she would have been a perfect mount and I got a kick out of the seasoned endurance horse who spooked at the wet rock. Horses. Sheesh. It was a lovely day in December for a trail ride and at least a dozen other people had the exact same plans.
Back at the barn I got a short ride in on Annie, the first time I swung a leg over her since my friend's accident. It felt almost sinful, I'm sure there was an empty water bucket that needed filling. I also introduced Max to a very nice dressage rider without a horse and I hope it works out as it's a great match and a good opportunity to keep Max worked. I'm looking forward to the barn returning to my peaceful sanctuary and eventually getting back to regular riding.
As a boarder think about what you HAVE to do and what you CAN do in an extreme situation and how much it pays off in the long run.
I've introduced most of the volunteers to feeding/stall cleaning/and turning in and out and my friend is looking at getting more volunteer help and hiring someone to do some work as well. Everything at the barn is labeled and I have a communication board to relay notes to people in the evening in case I have a day off. I would say that things are going smoothly but I don't want to jinx myself. Editing to add that I freaking jinxed myself. Communication error and the horses were turned out on a day I had off. Luckily my very fancy and well thought out name tags remained on despite the mud *HA!* and someone who had been out to the barn twice was able to navigate 17 horses into the right stalls.
It's a long road to recovery but we'll get there before we know it.
I managed to catch a "pleasurable" trail ride with a friend at Whitewater State Park yesterday. Mental note, pleasurable for some people is a leisurely 4 miles with a beer in one hand. For others, it's 8 miles at a brisk trot. Observe the horses selected, if your trail companion is on an arabian you will probably not have time for beer.
But seriously it was a ton of fun and I have not trail ridden like that in years. It was nice to be on a dead broke trail horse. If we'd gone slow enough to keep my beer from fizzling she would have been a perfect mount and I got a kick out of the seasoned endurance horse who spooked at the wet rock. Horses. Sheesh. It was a lovely day in December for a trail ride and at least a dozen other people had the exact same plans.
Back at the barn I got a short ride in on Annie, the first time I swung a leg over her since my friend's accident. It felt almost sinful, I'm sure there was an empty water bucket that needed filling. I also introduced Max to a very nice dressage rider without a horse and I hope it works out as it's a great match and a good opportunity to keep Max worked. I'm looking forward to the barn returning to my peaceful sanctuary and eventually getting back to regular riding.
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