Sunday, April 29, 2018
Life goes on without much to write about. A great trail ride with girlfriends, days in the field… nothing particularly interesting.
I decided to take a short ride in the afternoon and upon arriving at the pasture Khaleesi came over to greet me. I gave her a rub and she walked off across the field.
So I followed.
Sometimes she’s easy to ‘catch’ and wiling to come out and do whatever I have planned. Sometimes she walks off and it takes some time.
What is she saying today?
What I sorted out with some trial and error was she would allow me to approach her and rub her and scratch her but if I went to halter she would leave.
I always allow her to leave.
I want her to come with me willingly so I continue to converse and connect in the field until she puts her head in the halter. Not a trap- her choice. This always happens eventually.
The pattern that developed was interesting to me. She would walk off sometimes toward the electric fence and stand at it gazing intently.
It seemed that she was saying she would like me to open up the fence to allow them to eat the gorgeous grass in the 2/3 of the field I currently have them cut off of (with the electric fence).
It’s too much grass for them. Last year K began to get symptoms of low grade laminitis from too much spring grass. I want to keep her hooves in good shape and her system healthy so she’s on limited grass and I supplant with hay.
She stares out over the electric fence and I say: I know girl, but I won’t do it- it’s not good for you.
I approach her and she takes off. Sometimes at a walk sometimes a little buck and a trot. She circles wide around me then squares up and looks right at me.
She isn’t getting as far away from me as possible. I’ve seen that in times past. She isn’t going far. And she’s engaged with me- focused on me. Squared up with me. Communicating something.
She isn’t leaving completely but also doesn’t want me to approach and catch her. At one point as she was looking right at me she began to stomp her back leg up and down.
What is it? I know your are trying to tell me something but I’m struggling hearing you.
I approach and she either allows me to rub her or walks off again.
Pattern continues. Sometimes she’d itch her leg or side with her teeth- often even lifting her leg and reaching her head under her flank (she is the most flexible horse I’ve yet met. I’m sure she runs a yoga class on the side sometimes)
One time she stomped her opposite back leg.
All of this went on probably 15-20 minutes.
She walked back to the fence. Stood right there staring. As I approach her I can hear it rhythmically making the zapping electric sound. I think that it is kind of odd… that I can hear the fence. I’m close to it, but it’s not usually that audible.
Hm. What is it?
Khaleesi is again standing at the fence. And near where she’s standing is one of the metal T posts — the sound is louder there.
I investigate more closely.
There is a spot where the electric tape has slipped slightly and is touching the metal post. It is zapping right there and I think the zapping is irritating to her (certainly she has a more sensitive neuro-electrical system), or with the extreme wet weather lately the current is going through the metal post and into the wet ground causing them irritation that way….
Whatever the issue- there was one or maybe multiple ones.
I looked at her and acknowledged that something was wrong and walked over to unhook the fence electrode.
I then adjusted the tape correctly and she never moved. I hooked the electrode back up and she continued to stay exactly in place.
Now the fence wasn’t making any audible zapping sound.
I returned and rubbed her neck; she was now very relaxed. Licking and chewing softly.
I thanked her for showing me and for being patient while I tried to understand. After a few minutes of standing there calmly I put the halter up and she put her nose in and came with me.
I decided not to ride.
I’d spent an extra half hour trying to understand her and then fix the fence and then relax in the field. The connection we made together was more important than a ride.
I cleaned up more of the glue residue from her hooves and then took her to a spot on the grass by the pond where she could graze some tender green stuff and enjoyed a sparkling water. A little time to hang out and relax for a few thinking of my friend Karin who talked often about her favorite times hand grazing her favorite Arabian.
I walked her around the pavement (good for her legs and feet) then returned her to the field with fresh hay.
It was a nice day but often I feel like I’m playing charades with someone who doesn’t speak my language. How on earth am I going to get better at understanding her? It was terribly time consuming for me to figure out something so simple as to fix the fenceline.
When I looked back at the video I took when I was trying to understand and thought I might need to get another set of eyes to help me- the hindsight made it so painfully obvious! She was doing everything except become a Narnia talking horse to show me the fence was not right- you can even hear the clicking in the videos.
I suppose time and patience.
And to keep trying to improve my language skills each time we interact.
And thankfully she seems to be patient with me too.
This follow up video is from the next day- with halter and lead I came in to see how the process to bring her in would go.
She walked across the entire field. Checked her dish (no food) then walked toward me and stopped. I approached the last feet and she put her nose in the halter.
One thought on “Equine Charades”
Hiya! Just got to read your blog a few minutes ago; yesterday was a LOOOOOONG day! I read your blog and since you mentioned what I did with Nippy, my favorite horse ever( the Arabian), I’ll mention a few more things that I did with him, but keep in mind that he was born a curious and friendly horse, that I had the opportunity to fly to NY to spend 3 days getting to know the loving and capable woman who bred him, and also owned his mother and father and to have the opportunity to meet both of his parents…this was when Nippy was 5 years old and I’d had him for a little over 1 year. Plus, he was a gelding. Like you, I was there often and often it was more about getting to know him than riding him. I boarded him at a friend’s who had a smaller set-up than where you have K. I let Liz know when I was coming and after the morning feed, she would put him in a smaller paddock( about the size of my small riding ring at the guest house). I started by calling his name and simultaneously offering a treat in my out-stretched hand.At each visit, I always continued to call his name, but only randomly offered the outstretched hand with the treat. He came each time I called his name, treat or no treat. Next, right there in the paddock( I did not halter nor tie him), I groomed him and massaged him until his lower lip dropped and he drooled. At that point, I slipped the halter on him and continued the massage/grooming routine without a tie, took the halter off, opened the visible gate that led into the grazing pasture and said” Go on!”. Sometimes he just hung around me…appeared to have no interest in grazing or joining the other horses in the grazing field. Sometimes he actually crowded his butt against my body which I read as “More brushing, please!” And like you, the lushest grass was in Liz’s actual yard. She had a hammock strung between two trees; it was shady there, and so, on hot days I put him on a long lead, climbed into the hammock, and let him graze all around me in the shade while I just watched him. I loved seeing how he picked and chose what he wanted to eat, how he responded to the dogs in the yard, the people going in and out of the house, the other activities around the near-by barn. But on chilly days in the spring and fall, when the sun was out, I took a blanket out to the pasture ,spread it out, did NOT call his name, took some carrots with me and a book; at first he was not eager to approach me. The blanket ( light colored) put him off. But, of course, his curiosity got the better of him and he’d inch his way up until I called his name which speeded his approach; after he’d sniffed the blanket and examined every side of it and me, then I called his name to ask for his attention, and I gave him the carrot. I used this blanket for many things from that sit-on-the-blanket routine; I got up, stood a foot away,and let him examine it without me sitting on it. I followed his natural curiosity and encouraged him to walk on it. After he did that, then I wadded it up, let him sniff it, them rubbed him with it, then covered him with it, took it off, did it again. I draped it over every part of his body, including covering his eyes with it. Sometimes, depending on my time, we followed up with a short ride on the low-traffic paved or surface treated- roads; I let him look at everything as long as he needed to, then simply clucked to him to move forward….a signal I had always used, anyhow, throughout. So, I’m just sayin’. Mares and geldings are different as well as individual horses, but the idea of entertaining and captivating your horse’s attention might be fun for you. More to study, more to learn about her! Just another facet, another possible paragraph in your story! Hugs and miss you always… Karin
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