Sunday, December 18, 2011

An Apology for Grooming

a•pol•o•gy | əˈpäləjē|
noun 
1 a regretful acknowledgment of an offense or failure
2 a very poor or inadequate example of
3 a reasoned argument or writing in justification of something, typically a theory

My barn buddies have dubbed me the Grooming Queen.

I usually fetch and start prepping my horse well before everyone else because it takes me that much longer to get ready to ride. I hold the opinion that grooming is one of the most important things we do for our horses for so many more reasons than merely making them pretty.

 What do you mean, I'm a mess? Is that bad?

 I didn't mean it, honest.

The goober he is.
Mmm, your hands smell like ... carrots and cookies!


The beautiful boy he is becoming.

Back in my newbie days, I was clueless as to the nature of horses, and I had no idea how to handle my inaptly chosen first horse. I was unprepared for how BIG they are and how fast they can move. Heather's sage advice: only do what you're comfortable doing. For awhile, grooming was the only thing I was comfortable doing, so I did it a lot. It helped my horse and me relax and get to know each other. It helped me learn how to move him and teach him basic commands such as stand, step, over and eventually lift. It helped me teach him manners and patience.

Grooming has also helped me to know my horses' bodies and accustom them to being touched all over. It's useful in winter to help find wounds, skin conditions, lumps and bumps, etc. that you can't see when they're all woolly. My first clue that something was wrong with Jaz (ultimately strongyles) was that he flinched when pressure was applied to a spot in the middle of his back where there was no wound, no mark, no bruise. That's also how I found the little sarcoid on his chest.

And finally, there is nothing like those huge sighs of relaxation and pleasure that you get for your efforts. As far as I'm concerned, grooming is good for the equine and the human soul.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Grey Winter's Day

Finally got a ride in today after a 3 week hiatus due to either rain or the arena still being too wet to ride. The arena was tilled deeply but not finely, and the horses were a bit put out that they actually had to pick up their feet. I think we all kept it at walk-trot.

This was also a chance to use my new Nikon S9100.
I'm very pleased with this camera so far. I debated as to whether to upgrade to a SLR, but when I really thought about how I take photos, a P&S just makes more sense for me. This one is exceeding my expectations. It's FAST, as in zero lag time between the time you hit the button and your image appears onscreen. 12.1 megapixels with an 18x zoom — now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about. It has a wide variety of automated settings, or you can program it. It's almost like a hybrid between a P&S and a SLR. All these images are right out of the camera, with the exception of being downsized and optimized for fast loading on the web.
 Jaz wasn't happy about having to give up his new blanket.
Looking rather svelte — no more pregnant gelding.
 Rachel and Moon
 Chris showing Poko what a lance is all about for SCA games.
 I was at the end of the lead rope when I took this.
 Sure you can't get any more in your mouth, Jaz?
 Heather and Poko
Kris and Voodoo

It was cold for us wimpy Texans, but great to see my ponies and my pony pals.

What's up with y'all? Got all your Christmas shopping done?

Friday, November 25, 2011

Marking Milestones

It was the day after Thanksgiving 2006 when my adventures with horses officially began.
That's the day I brought Poco home.
I had purchased him a month earlier,
but we had fencing to do
before we could bring him here.

I was so lucky to also meet
my wonderful friends and mentors
I'm thankful for them every day.

Jaz joined us in early January of 2007.
Poco was so happy to have a friend.
I was delighted to have a horse I could actually ride.

Although I was already completely smitten and
trying desperately to talk myself out of it in June 2010,
I eventually bowed to the inevitable and
Daltrey came home in October,
when he was 8 months old.
Look how little he was!
(Look how green it was back there!)

 In February of 2011, I made the decision to sell Poco.
It worked out better than I could have hoped,
since his new home is none other than Iron Ridge,
where he gets the snot worked out of him.

Jaz loves being my main man.
It makes my heart sing when he whinnies at my arrival.
I regret every second I took him for granted.

Daltrey,
(shown here with Joker's White Russian aka 'Red'),
is growing like crazy, becoming a fine young man.
I'm very proud of him.

It may have taken 49 years for me to get my pony,
but it's never too late.

"Don’t be afraid of the space
between your dreams and reality. 
If you can dream it, you can make it so."
— Belva Davis
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