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We Don't Do Pigs Mom

3/25/2014

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Yesterday, unknown to me until I arrived at the barn, was load the pigs in the truck for market day.  I have said before that my barn is a working farm.  So, I am not naïve to the fate of the adorable pigs that sun themselves on their "patio" below the main barn.  I have no control over the fate of these farm animals.  I wish I did, but I don't.  The process of basically loading the pigs involves backing the truck up to their enclosure, installing a shoot up into the truck trailer and then basically making it the place they want to be.  You put food in the trailer, not in their normal trough in the enclosure and you take the added inconvenience of making their enclosed space very small so it is more comfortable to go into the truck.  And why right now did "just look at the flowers Lizzie, look at the flowers" pop into my head?  LOL. 

So, by the time I get to the barn, the pigs are PISSED.  They haven't yet decided to go into the truck.  Instead they are shoving each other around in the tiny space, pushing on the railing and one had even grabbed it in his mouth and was trying to pull it (or something).  They were frustrated, noisy, probably scared and as someone who can feel the energy of places I can distinctly say that there was bad ju-ju in the whole barn.

The horses were edgy because the pigs (and all the noise they were making) were only like 100 feet away.  After awhile the noise settled down and I (insanely) decided to take Koda outside for some fresh air.  LOL.  We did a few things just in the parking lot.  He was OK until the pigs started up again, this time from INSIDE the trailer. 

You know horses are afraid of stuff that moves.  And stuff that makes noise.  Well apparently inanimate objects that appear to be moving AND making noise all on their own are the undoing of fragile equine minds.  So, I finally get my prancing pony back to the barn and manage to calm him down enough to say - now, we are going to walk through this door together... Meaning - please DO NOT run over me because it will hurt.  And he actually DID (surprisingly) slowly step over the threshold with me.  Then he let out an enormous blow and sigh as if to say - Thank the Gods we are safe mom! 

On a side note - I have a feeling that boarding at a working farm is going to make me more vegan.  LOL.  I don't have the stomach for killing.  It isn't a universal thing - I am like Lizzie's poor little sister, only with animals.  Hell, I don't even have the stomach for the process of getting the animals to the place where the killing will be done!  All night last night I thought about those poor pigs.  I had bad dreams.  People were missing body parts.  There was angst and loud noises.  LOL.  I am down to eating venison because it is the only thing I am damn sure went down like a rock by Sam's expert hand and a millisecond before it was munching greenbriers.  I just was not made for the process of meat from the point of this little piggy went to market...to oh look he ended up on my plate! 








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Housewives of Herd Holler

3/25/2014

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Well, I must say that it has been an interesting couple of weeks in my horse world.  Thankfully, Takoda has been the least of the drama.  His feet continue to come along.  It is a really slow process but I have been lifting them every day and am even able to partially clean the front ones without a fuss now.  But it is quite different to lift a foot for 10 seconds and to have one held up for trimming so we have a really long way to go.

I met a really nice farrier last week who happened to be at the barn working on another horse.  Several folks there use him.  He has taken a friend of mine's mare from shoes to barefoot and she had some issues when she was purchased so nice and slowly that came along.  He met Takoda, picked up his feet and we talked for a good long while.  To me, he seems to know a great deal about horses (of course) and more to the point talked a lot about natural hoof care and the desire to have horses stay barefoot (which is my desire too).  So, Koda has an appointment on Friday and I am afraid he is going to act like a 1200 pound brat.  But, we need to meet challenges and get through them together.

Speaking of - I was not aware that my barn was the home of "catty women farrier wars" until this evening.  I am a complete moron sometimes.  Well, no I take that back.  I AM A GUY most times.  And yes, I am overgeneralizing but just give me a minute.  There is another farrier also heavily used at my barn.  I actually know of him and know he too is a great farrier because the barn I used to ride at uses him.  The woman who sets up the appointments with him at my current barn mentioned him over a month ago and I said I was interested.  Since then I have not seen her.  An opportunity came along, I spoke to someone I felt was a good match and I made an appointment.  And wouldn't you know it tonight she informed me that her farrier is coming on Sunday and she could add me to the list.

I said - oh, thanks for thinking of me but I already made an appointment with so and so.  She snorted and said - well, good luck with that...  LOL.  I was taken a bit aback. So, then ANOTHER lady drags me outside and tells me this whole saga of personalities and ex-friendships and why this person doesn't like this farrier and that person doesn't like that one and I am standing in the snow thinking for Hades-sake I just want my horse's feet trimmed and want him to NOT try and kick the barn down while someone is doing so and I'm doing the best I can people PLEASE leave me out of the drama!!!!!! 

You said there would be a list and there never was one.  In the meantime, my horse's hooves grew, he needs trimmed, he NEEDS to meet a farrier and realize that his feet WILL get trimmed, I was presented with an opportunity and I took it.  If it does not work out I could still need a farrier but I suppose I will have to arrange that myself now that I have inadvertently pissed off the person who does the scheduling. 

And by the way, WHY do people not do their own scheduling?  Is this like a "thing" in the horse barn world?  Like, is the farrier sort of like a band that gets booked for a party?  Like, the band talks to the booking agent?

So, tonight I am reminded of my friend Stephanie saying - this is why I keep my horses at home.  LOL LOL....



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From The Start

3/16/2014

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Takoda has been home for just shy of a month now. The weather has not been great but we have had some warm days here and there and everyone at my barn is itching to get back outside, sneaking rides in on warm afternoons, round penning, grooming outdoors...



We have been at least able to mostly test what Koda knows and doesn't know and the verdict is this:



Takoda has been a field horse for the whole of his young life. Field horses are great in a sense because they have been able to live like horses live naturally (or as close as possible). They have 24/7 turn-out, eat grass and hay, are not blanketed and many times are left barefoot. When they wanted to ride him they went and fetched him, saddled him up, rode and then put him back in the field.



Sometimes what field horses don't have is a sense of ground manners or any idea about yielding to pressure, tools or touch other than when someone wants them somewhere they put them there by whatever means available, including dragging, pushing, shoving or a nice little smack on the rump (this assessment was from my trainer/instructor girlfriend Tara).  This is what I refer to as "old man with a horse" syndrome.  LOL.  To lots of folks, horses are tools for the most part.  These people aren't "mean" and they don't do dumb shit like tying horses down or whipping them or other things that used to commonly be done to horses to "break" them.  But they also don't believe in a lot of refining in terms of communication and safety in my opinion.  These horses don't end up as spoiled brats, but they don't exactly end up as companions either.  They are sort of stuck in the middle, never having the chance to form that deep relationship so many of us want with our horses.



So, it appears that I have a horse who is much more "green" than I intended. But, his mind seems much more solid than any horse I have ridden since Apache and that was number 1 in my mission requirements.



The thing is, as Tara points out, green requires lots of work BUT it is as close to a "clean slate" as having watched a foal drop and being with it from day one...



So it appears we are in for an exciting spring and summer! We have been starting from scratch on the ground. Working on basic things like yielding to pressure, moving the hind and front over, backing, the whole "my space, your space" concept and of course those pesky feet. He is getting much better with the front ones. Tara seems to think that he tries to get the back ones up as quickly as possible (like they have been grabbed up gruffly) but then he has no idea where you want them so he starts flailing the foot, then gets frustrated and tries to get it away, then was probably smacked for that so he is bracing for it... So, it can turn into a tug of war with a boomerang attached to a hoof - NOT GOOD. We are working on gently lifting, not too high, supporting for a few seconds, lowering gently and praising the crap out if him. Also no physical "correction" like slapping but change in voice from soft to firm if he starts getting fidgety and again, rewarding for the slightest "give" from him.



It is a looonnngggg process....



He is a loving horse and responds to praise though. You can see his eyes soften when he "gets" something and you make a big deal of it.  In the round pen you can visibly see his entire body soften when he knows he has pleased you.  He WANTS this.  He just isn't sure all the time what you want and then he gets worried and unfocused and that leads to what we would define as stubbornness and then the game is on.  So, again, I feel like I am back to the mindset that it is my responsibility to communicate correctly and in a focused manner with my horse - this was a strategy that I used when leasing the mare.  I am the responsible one here, not Takoda.  He is a reflection of what I am doing right and what I am doing wrong.  That is the basis for the building of a relationship.

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Rough Around the Edges

3/8/2014

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Horses are so varied and interesting in their talents, knowledge, lack thereof and little quirky ways.  I have realized several things now that Takoda has been home for almost three weeks. 

First, he seems to be a fairly smart guy because he catches on pretty quickly to routine and has adapted to the herd well.  He now has a few friends, not just Justice, although it looks like Justice is still his closest pal.  There is another grey that has started to interact with him and an old guy in the herd (22) has also taken a liking to Koda. 

He isn't easily rattled, which was one of my main "wants" when looking for a horse.  He seems to be pretty level headed for being only 6 or 7.  For instance, yesterday, while being a goofball and trying to scratch his own neck on the hitching post he actually got the rope he was tied to wrapped around the top of the post, leaving very little slack between his halter and the post itself.  He started to back up and the rope went tight almost immediately.  Many horses would have at least mildly panicked at the sudden change in amount of freedom to move around but he simply stepped back toward the post and looked at me - hey, lady I'm sorta stuck here....

Other little things that you would never think about until faced with them don't seem to phase him either.  The "squeeze" game is one of the seven games lots of horses have a hard time with and consists of going through small spaces.  Horses don't like to feel confined so they might balk at this.  Koda doesn't seem to mind walking right through the man door at the barn and out into the parking lot.  He doesn't even freak when coming back into the barn where the concrete slopes just slighting and his hooves slide just a tiny bit on that first step. 

On the other hand, and with horses there always seems to be an "other hand", there are odd things that need worked on that I never even thought would due to his good behavior under saddle when I met him.  The main perplexing one is his feet.  He absolutely hates holding his feet up.  As a matter of a fact he balks at lifting them period.  And he will attempt to snatch them away immediately once you get them raised.  This is odd to me since I know he has been shod and I even helped clean his feet when I rode him.  Thinking back to that day, he wasn't uber willing but he didn't present the struggle that he has been presenting since coming home.  So, we are working on this and I understand that work is what it takes.  Lots of consistent, hard work but just the same it is perplexing. 

He is also fidgety when tied.  Now, this I did know because the guy I bought him from talked about it.  He didn't seem to think it was an issue.  I do.  LOL.  He isn't normally moving around to the point of complete unrest, but the ability to remain tied quietly is important in a horse.  The more I work with him the more I think that he has never been cross-tied, only tied to a hitching post.  He was hitched when we tacked him up at the barn where I rode him and the first time in cross-ties he seemed confused.  So, we have been doing those in small intervals and rewarding for standing still. 

Then there are the usual young, untrained horse space issues.  He has no sense of a personal bubble on the part of his human companion.  Again, something we must overcome.  Related to that, I am pretty darn sure he never knew of a carrot or apple prior to coming home.  He was a field horse in a herd and has no sense of proper manners as opposed to "mugging" for treats.

So, as my girlfriend said, he may be 6 or 7 but in his mind he might as well be 2 or 3 and there is a lot of work ahead.  All in all he is a young horse with what seems to be a good solid mind.  He just needs taught. 


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The Ever After of Christmas Morning

3/3/2014

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I'm still waking up some mornings and forgetting that I have a horse.  I have a horse....  It sinks into my brain slowly on those mornings like I've dreamed it all and I'm trying to clear the fog as to what is real and what was just the dream.  I guess this happens often when people have finally made a lifetime goal a reality.  Like when you have a dream to own a home for instance and finally wake up there each morning, letting the reality of where you are sink in good and fill every part of you. 

It is exciting, challenging.  It can be quite unnerving and even stressful.  You were always aware of the enormous responsibility.  You just were not living it until that moment that you turned the key to the front door (or signed your life away at the closing LOL), took the lead rope from the hauler, had the baby placed in your arms.  The weight of it is crushing but also uplifting.  It is an odd experience.

I myself have spent half a lifetime ducking responsibility in any traditional sense.  LOL.  I've always concentrated on things that I felt were solid and that once achieved could never be taken away, or fade, or go badly.  My education.  My career.  And I realize that careers can go south so maybe a better word would just be simply my work.  I have always maintained a mindset that my work ethic defined me.  I have never had any doubt that wherever I am employed, people will recognize that I have it and that I am capable of working circles around others.  I've had many jobs and career paths in my life and whether I was selling dog food, settling insurance claims or managing people there has never been a question but rather the assumption that oh yeah, work is what she does...  

You cannot take away someone's education or deeply held work ethic.  And therefore those things are solid and dependable to me.  Other traditional responsibilities like marriage, kids, owning homes (which I have done in my life and can attest to the enormity of both positive and negative factors)....not so solid in my mind.
So, I realize now that part of the reason I leased horses for so long was, in part, a way to manage my responsibility in my mind for something that was not solid and could at any moment be taken away.  Horses are expensive, injury, illness and even untimely death can occur, accidents, etc. the list goes on and on.  I placed horses in the "not solid" category for many years and although several of my reasons for not having my own horse were valid, deep down it all goes back to the fear post that I wrote about last month.

Refusal of responsibility and fear go hand in hand.  I realize only now how they are all wrapped up together in our minds and our choices.  Somehow we have to first separate them and then deal with them both in order to experience our own lives fully. 



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