Wednesday, June 23, 2010

They Can't All Be Winners

The horses are becoming downright nonchalant about being trailered to and from the farm. Jaz went to his usual hangout with the junior stallions unless/until someone opted to ride him. Kris was on industrial-strength allergy meds and was in la-la land. She wisely opted not to ride.

How come Jaz gets to play and I gotta work?

Answer: Because you're the one that needs it.

I don't wanna — it's too HOT!

Answer: It sucks to be you, don't it?

A commotion erupted in the junior stallion pen, and I looked over to see O bearing down on Jaz. O is not a junior stallion; he's a full-blown, testosterone dripping 16hh+ Sugarbush stallion, but he has been behaving well enough lately to be run with the little boys. They are in a large L-shaped pen that contains a couple horse trailers, and he must have been behind one of them, flirting with the girls in the pasture. I never saw him. Even if I had, Jaz is a gelding and so submissive, I would have assumed O would have been fine with him. And I'd have been wrong then, too. Jaz escaped being seriously hurt because he's fast enough to outrun O. Heather ran over, opened the gate, and Jaz flew out. She was also kind enough to doctor him for me so I could tend to Pokey, who was still tied to the stocks.


There were lots more nicks, cuts, and scrapes. The above photos were taken much later in the day, after we'd been home and Jaz rolled in the sand. All wounds are superficial, and believe me, I've seen him bashed up a lot worse than this. He is, however, unable to be ridden for awhile because of the location of the big abrasion on his back. And did he play the sympathy card! He banged the feed pan in his stall: "Hey! I'm hurt! Give me grain!"

Jaz wasn't the only casualty. After we were done riding, Poco was tacked down and hosed off, Heather sat on a pile of wood, while we yakked and I hand-grazed Poco. The wood shifted, Heather fell on her butt, and Poco spooked, whipping me around and into the bush grill of their truck. The anthropomorphism police will get me for this, but I swear, whenever he does stupid, chicken-shit things like that (spooking at nothing), he gets the most sheepish expression on his face, as if to say, "Please don't tell anybody I just did that." Anyway, the bruise looks a lot worse than it feels.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot: the ride. It was just okay. It was windy and those pesky goats in the round pen got Poco's goat. I rode out a couple good spooks. Although compliant, he never really relaxed like he did last time. I kept us at a walk.

The one time he did put his head down, Heather yelled to pull him up — the stinker really was about to go down on his knees to roll. The good news is, I think I can recognize THAT head drop now: it's straight down (and I can feel his shoulders drop), as opposed to stretched out in front of his body. Maybe next time I'll get to check out the merely-stretching, relaxed head drop.

9 comments:

Jeni said...

Wow what an eventful day! I'm glad everyone is ok and everything is superficial. Should heal quickly.

Pinzgauer said...

Psst... O's a Sugarbush Stallion. Close, but different! (Have to keep up my PR, right?)

NEVER would I have thought that he'd react like that to Jaz either. I actually saw him in there, and thought, "no biggie". O's been so good with the boys... ALL the boys.

Glad Jaz is a speedy pony though, and smart enough to recognize an escape route when presented! Sorry about the wood... again.

BrownEyed Cowgirls said...

Now that's what a day in the life really is around horses..LOL.

Anything that can happen, will happen, usually when you least expect it or are short on time.

City girl turned Country Girl said...

Poor Jaz! It's a good thing he moves fast! I'm glad you escaped Poco's spook with only a bruise!!

WHEW all that made me exhausted!

Breathe said...

What a day! Poor Jaz and You!

I know what you mean by the sheepish expression on Poco. Cibolo gets that too.

I'm glad to hear you are riding him more - and are able to ride out the spooks too.

Leah Fry said...

Well, he's what? 7/8 Perch? Sorry. Forgot the plug ;-)

BECG, you are SO right! The myth of a totally bombproof horse is just that. The only bombproof, horse is a dead one.

Barn buddies are great for keeping you accountable. I've been riding a whole lot more this year than in any previous years since I got Poco in 2006. Although I'm still only riding on the weekends, it's EVERY weekend. Even that amount of consistency helps immensely.

morningbrayfarm.com said...

Wow. Love your posts... I learn something new every time, not to mention they're fun to read. What a day this was for you!

Nuzzling Muzzles said...

Gah! What an adventurous day. I just wanted to point out to your readers that your horse spooks too, and he's not an Arabian. I think people who believe that only Arabs spook are in deep denial. Although, even I would spook at goats and someone falling down.

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

Yeeks! What an adventure for everyone!
Poor Jazu. Mean old stallion. I swear those stallions, when there are ladies around, can act like a bull elephant in musth!

Must be that O felt a little competition from that handsome lady's man Jazu. heehee!

Poor arm. I bet it's going to turn such pretty colors...like your cool camo tank top! lol!

I love the blingy on that tank, too.

~Lisa

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