Hi, I'm Ev. I'm training to become a horsewoman. These are my adventures and misadventures. I'm green as hell, but so far, so good. I'm now learning from Bo (and sometimes his wife DeDe) at D&D Ranch in Pope Valley. I am extremely lucky to have this opportunity, I feel quite blessed, and I feel that they, and horses, have really turned my life around.
Solomon is my baby- a big old flea bitten grey Appendix gelding who is very kind and way too smart! I love him so very much. He is a rescue and was meant to be co-owned rehabbed, and maybe rehomed to a good home. He turned out to be over 25 years old with injuries that ultimately do not make him riding sound, so he is retired.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Soggy day!

It started out being a pretty soggy day today.



Solomon was a Talker McTalkypants today. The moment he spotted me, he started telling me his life story. "HurrhurhurhurHURRRR! Hur hur hur! HURRRR!"

He had a wet butt, but his belly was dry.



He still needs to put on weight, but the water lines make it look worse than it is. You still have to press to feel his ribs.



After working him a bit, I cuddled Solomon, and we wandered around together for a little while.





My boy makes me so happy!



Mud season is hardcore hoof care season. Solomon's hooves are very delicate things, and a light mist will give him thrush or other infections. Today I spend a fair amount of time scrubbing his feet out and then applying some coppertox. That stuff is harsh, but I'm trying to cover my bases here. The farrier will be out on the 30th, and I will discuss my concerns with him then. His feet seem kind of squeezed in, and those crevasses between the frog and the hard part of the sole are way too deep.
Next visit I will iodine his feet, and the visit after that I might try some triple antibiotic ointment. I'll keep cycling hoof treatments.
They got really gnarly last year too. I'm glad the soil here is sandy. That's not as bad as clay.

After I gave Solomon a generous feed pan and then raked up a bucket of loose oat hay for him to munch, I did a little bareback mare riding, yay! I've come to prefer bareback. Easier to feel the movement of the horse and to move with her.

Then we pulled out Kizim, and I took her for a walk!

The manzanita was lovely.



Kizim moves pretty slowly and mostly wants to eat stuff until you get her into the hills. She wants to run up and down the hills- there are mountains in her blood!

Sorry this is kind of cut off, heh. I like the photo anyway.



No girl, it is walking time, not eating time.



She is checking out the scenery. I just love her ears, double dipped in black and gold at the tips!



Kizim is fun to work with. At first she was mostly paying attention to what she could eat instead of what I was asking her to do. I quickly decided that getting into a tug-of-war would not be productive for either of us, so instead I decided to try applying some Western riding theory to how I worked with her on the ground. Good ground work makes a solid foundation for good riding.

In Western, contact and communication are often a bit different than in English. Back at Hossmoor, for example, many people walking their horses would tightly hold the lead line right under the horse's chin. That is one kind of contact, and you see that in some Western disciplines too. But another way of doing things is to have a fairly loose lead line through which you can also communicate.

Horses are very sensitive, and they can feel how much rope is hanging off their face. Simply lifting it and transferring some of the slack from them to your hand can be enough of a cue. It's all about timing. Timing and consistency. Horses communicate without words, and they do so very quickly. For us humans, well, we don't always read body language as well or as quickly, so a horse might have asked if they could do something and then begun to do it before we have noticed at all that there is a change in their behavior. So the solution is to try to be as keyed in to the horse as we expect the horse to be keyed in to us. We might not be as good at this as the horse is, but we can aspire to be.

So after we did a few gentle turns and back ups to get her to listen up and be supple, I held the end of the rope firmly in one hand, just in case, but I balanced the rope over the side of my other hand, between my finger and my thumb, but with no squeezing, so that the rope was simply resting there. When I felt any increase in the weight of the rope, indicating that she was beginning to lower her head to eat, I would simply raise my hand a bit and say "walk" in a firm voice that was commanding without being a reprimand. She responded very very well to this, and we were soon trudging all over the ranch with very few attempts on her part to eat stuff off the ground. Her ears were perked forward or turned to listen to me, and she seemed quite happy. I think I found some work ethic! I just needed to learn how to communicate effectively with her. As often seems to be the case, softer was better.

When I finally put Kizim back in her mare motel, she tried to follow me back out!

Next, I watched Bo work with Remmy.

Here Remmy is, haivng a bosal put on. The horsehair rein with attached lead rope is called a mecate. This is a long-standing California tradition, harkening back to the days when the Spaniards owned this land. The Vaqueros would break horses in a bosal, and Remmy was started in one, though it had been a while since he'd worn one. Remmy is 4, and has been trained slowly and carefully to allow his body and mind time to develop. Bo intends for Remmy to be healthy and to hold up well to work.



I just love his face.



A bosal does not have a bit. It works off of pressure on the nose, though with a well-trained horse there is not really pressure, only communication. A bosal, like any tool in the horse world, CAN be used very harshly. But that's not the way things are done here at the ranch, and that's not the way the Rein Cow Horse discipline works. It's all about lightness, communication, and a horse who is able to balance himself. When working cattle, you cannot rely on constant controlled contact. The horse needs to be able to make decisions and steer himself to control a cow that wishes to run back to his herd. But he also needs to be able to respond to the lightest cue from his rider- a lifting of the reins, where, like Kizmet responding to me picking the lead rope up a bit, the reins are still slack but the weight of them has shifted a tiny bit.



Bear in mind that Bo is in training mode, so he is not in perfect equitation form... he is more concerned about clearly communicating to a young horse.

Here you can see Remmy bending. Further down the road in his career, he will learn to do various moves without following his nose, but for now he is learning to be soft and supple, and to use his body.



Not bad collection, eh? Western collection doesn't have as high of a neck curve as dressage collection seems to. But then, a Quarter Horse is built a little differently than a Friesian or a Hanoverian.



After following Bo and Remmy around for a good while, I helped with the evening feeding. I enjoy slinging hay! And the smell of the hay is very soothing to me. I love seeing happy horses eating good food.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Mud seasn begins!

Hi folks!
I will, unfortunately, not be able to go up to the ranch until Thursday.
But last night was the start of the first real storm of the season! It is no longer fire season. It is now mud season. We may get little bits of green grass here and there, if we get more storms.
Horse's hooves change, this time of year. They get softer. Their summer frogs shed and their winter frogs grow in. Foot health becomes a much bigger deal. In storms with torrential downfalls, the horses are in pens. This is when all that planning involving grading and rocking comes into play.
The wind howls, the tarps over hay bales must be pinned down, and Bo informs me that I should look into muck boots and a rain slicker. I can see about getting some in a couple of weeks!
Stay safe out there today, everyone. And remember to drive especially carefully in the first storm of the season, as all that oil is coming up on the road, and people are dumb in the rain.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Yesterday!

Yesterday Solomon got to meet a couple of dear old friends of mine, D___ and L___.

They got to experience Solomon in all his horsey glory. Meaning they got to see that he is a big old dorky lovebug.





We discovered that he is sort of ambivalent about raw squash.

And I remembered why I don't usually feed him treats until the end of the day!



Okay yeah, I can see in that photo that I have lost over 30 pounds this summer! Bo told me I would lose weight and I did not believe him. I guess I should occasionally listen to what he has to say, eh? ;) I have a long way to go, and I don't know how far I'll manage to get, but still, I am very proud of what I have accomplished so far.

No, Solomon is not trying to bite me there. He is SO not a biter. He's just begging.

Solomon's feet are in trouble. He has a deep crevasse in both his front feet. I know there is supposed to be some concavity in a horse's hoof, but you can stick most of the metal part of the pick down in the space between the frog and the hoof horn. These deep depressions were filled with black and white gucky crumbly badness. It smelled bad, but didn't reek to high heaven. This is how it starts, though. It isn't even raining yet and already his feet are getting all weird. I know that when the season shifts a horse will shed his summer frog and grow his winter one. But this is not the same thing. This is just... I wonder how it isn't all the way to the bone. Solomon doesn't seem to be in any pain or discomfort from it. So there's that. But I'll be posting these photos on some farrier forums and see what they have to think of it.



I mean you can stick the better part of an inch of pick in there.







There was a mare wandering around loose on the property. She's one of the horses who has proven themselves to be sensible enough to not run off or get themselves hurt. And it's good for their minds to be able to explore a bit and do what they want for a while without being caged or tied down. This caused my friends a brief moment of distress, just as it did for me when I first came here. Loose horse? OH NO!

But really, a loose HERD of horses would be bad news. They ramp each other up and are much more prone to wander. A single horse, or two horses who are pretty complacent, are not so much of a concern. It depends, of course, on the equine in question. But everything they want is on the ranch. The ranch is a happy place. They are the kinds of horses who will stand still or even come to you when you go to catch them. In his pasture, Solomon always walks to me and sticks his head right in the halter when I hold it up. Outside of the pasture, I might have to use my knee to lift his head off the ground a bit when he is grazing, but that's really not on the level of a horse careening around in the street.

See, it's a give and take thing. The horses here at the ranch are HAPPY. They like the people they are partnered with. They want to be with them. They have motivation. They knows that people mean good things, and yeah they might have to work, but their needs and feelings are not just going to be disregarded. They TRUST us. And respect? Respect is a matter of trust.

So in response to "hey that mare is loose!" I unbuckled Solomon's halter and let him go. Haha. He hung out and snuggled for a while, then wandered over to the paddock the Little Bay Gelding was in and ate dead grass next to him.

My friends got to have a lot of grooming and snuggling time with ol' Solly, who was more than happy to oblige. He is a very kind, amicable horse these days. I always say, he has his quirks but they are so worth it.

At the end of the day, I had L____ lead Solomon back to his pasture, which she did quite well. When he saw me coming, Solomon decided to come back out of the pasture, but a simple "get back in there" and some hand gesturing got him back where he was supposed to be. He understood exactly what I was telling him to do, heh.

For my part, I went and pulled the LBG out of a pen that contained both Leo and Remmy, two geldings who do intimidate me a little bit because they are very insistent at the gate, and very playful. I, however, had an awesome lead rope with a bit of leather at the end. It makes a lovely snap when you crack it in the air like a whip, and those boys quickly decided that they were not going to attempt any shenanigans! They took me seriously and moved their little butts away from that gate! I walked LBG through with no problems. Yay! So, not so intimidated now. Which is good. It isn't like me to be intimidated by horses anyway. :p

So my friends got to have fun playing with the horses, photos were taken, treats were fed, and all was well at the ranch. And thanks, you two, for a great day!