Wilma here.
My partner tells me there is a thing called "rodeo", where horses can be found doing a lot of running and other things. By that definition, I think the other night we had a "rodeo".
We Friesians were in a new pasture enjoying the tall grass. We were allowed there because we are, of course, very special, and deserve only the best.
As it was getting dark, my partner whistled for me. I always come; I know there is a reason to be whistled in, and I trust my partner's judgement. So I came in and headed for the piles of hay.
Marieh and Emerald had other ideas. They pretended they could not hear, and kept munching grass, even though the yummy hay was right there waiting for them. Silly girls!
Marieh's partner came outside with the "carrot stick" and started herding the girls toward the barn. "Ha ha ha!" they cried, "That won't work today, partner, there are a dozen places to get past you!" And off they went, galloping in the opposite direction.
Well, that was all it took to get the boys going, too. Ernie and Twister started galloping in their pasture. Soon all four horses were galloping every which way, and leading Marieh's partner on a merry chase. What a fun game! My QH friend Willow and I had a great time watching. "Rodeo", indeed!
In a bit the girls slowed down a little, and then they REALLY strutted their stuff. Long trot strides, manes and tails streaming behind them, they looked like a pair of fantasy horses floating through the gathering dusk. They were truly beautiful and mysterious. It made me proud to be a Friesian, and our partners just stood there, enjoying the spectacle.
Eventually, my partner went outside to help Marieh's partner, and soon both the girls were back in the barn with me, enjoying their hay and still giggling about all the fun they had doing "rodeo."
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Education
Wilma here.
Education is important, even for horses. My partner and I went to some education last weekend. There were other horses with their partners. We horses got massages, and the partners learned some things to help them ride better. My ride with my partner was excellent. After all the massage and other work I really knew where my body parts were so I walked better than I ever have. My partner helped too, because she sat lightly in the saddle and moved with me. We had a great time.
Here is a picture of me and my partner at the clinic. We look happy because we are! The picture was taken by Karen Wegehenkel, who also made my spring photo at the top of the page. I added a link to her website in Favorite Links. She takes very nice photos. She understands what it takes to make a horse look good. Of course, it's not too difficult, because horses are generally very beautiful creatures.
Education is important, even for horses. My partner and I went to some education last weekend. There were other horses with their partners. We horses got massages, and the partners learned some things to help them ride better. My ride with my partner was excellent. After all the massage and other work I really knew where my body parts were so I walked better than I ever have. My partner helped too, because she sat lightly in the saddle and moved with me. We had a great time.
Here is a picture of me and my partner at the clinic. We look happy because we are! The picture was taken by Karen Wegehenkel, who also made my spring photo at the top of the page. I added a link to her website in Favorite Links. She takes very nice photos. She understands what it takes to make a horse look good. Of course, it's not too difficult, because horses are generally very beautiful creatures.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Walkabout, Part II
Wilma here, with the rest of Willow's story.
One cold, wet, day, Willow was standing in the mud with another one of her horse companions. Her feet really hurt, and it was hard to move around. She didn't have a blanket, either, so her long winter coat was soaked through.
Two humans showed up. One she recognized; it was a friend of her owners. The other human was a stranger, but she had a nice look about her. Willow had seen other people with nice looks, though, and looks could be deceiving.
While she watched, the friend pointed to her, and the other human nodded. Uh oh. Into the pasture came the stranger, with a halter and lead rope. Willow, ever stoic, decided that it would hurt too much to run away, so she just waited for whatever was going to come next.
The stranger walked slowly up to her and spoke softly. She stroked Willow's neck and then gently put the halter on. When she asked Willow to walk, Willow did the best she could, but it was very difficult. The stranger stopped, stroked Willow some more, and then asked her to move a little more. In this way they very slowly made their way out of the pasture.
The stranger and the friend talked for quite a while. The stranger seemed upset; the friend tried to be reassuring. Eventually the stranger led Willow to a trailer and asked her to get in. Willow had no idea where they were going, but she was at the point where she really didn't care anymore. Anything would be better than standing in that pasture in the mud, getting rained on. She hobbled into the trailer.
After a short ride, the trailer came to a stop. Out the trailer window Willow could see a barn and a big area that had a cover on it. Inside the big area were some other horses. They looked okay! Willow's spirits rose just a little, and she began to hope. The stranger took the other horses and put them in the barn. Then she opened the trailer door and asked Willow out. Willow shuffled out and was led to the covered area. Inside the big area, the floor was covered in thick shavings. It felt pretty good on her feet. The stranger brought her water, some grass hay, and even had a blanket for Willow.
Over the next couple of weeks the stranger made sure Willow had plenty to eat and drink, and brushed her and took her for short walks and watched Willow's feet carefully. Willow made a little bit of progress. The stranger talked with Willow a lot, too, telling her how pretty she was, and hoping that she was enjoying her stay, and that she was going to see how Willow's feet did before she tried riding her, and meanwhile Willow should just relax. The stranger could tell that Willow was keeping her feelings to herself. She told Willow she understood, and it was okay.
One day the stranger came to Willow. "Willow," the stranger said, "I hope it's okay with you. I made a deal with your people to buy you. I was only going to borrow you for a couple of weeks, but I can't send you back. You are too sweet and nice, and I hope you won't mind staying with me for the rest of your life. I promise I will never sell you or give you away, unless that is what YOU want. You have a forever home with me, and you don't have to work if you don't want to, and we'll do what we can to get your feet feeling better so you can run with the rest of the herd."
Willow could not believe her ears. This person didn't care if she worked or not?? This person thought she was sweet and nice without doing a job?? Wowwwwwwwww.......
That all happened three years ago. Willow was skeptical for a while, but gradually she realized that the stranger was no longer a stranger, but her friend, who found people to work on her feet and help Willow feel better, who kept her protected and warm and loved, and who didn't really care if Willow ever did a lick of work again. She loves Willow for who she is, not for what she can do.
For a long time Willow didn't want to do anything at all, but lately she has thought it might be fun to go on trail rides with me and other horses. Her feet are not 100% when she walks around barefoot, but she gets boots on her front hooves and when they're on she can walk and trot like normal. She gets regular trims and special food and lots of love, and all of that has given Willow a new lease on life. She is the oldest horse on the farm, being 23 very wise years. Her calm nature is good for the younger Friesians. She helps me keep them in line. Willow is my friend, and I'm happy to share my partner with her.
This is a picture of Willow with her winter coat and blanket. Our partner is a little slow getting pictures taken. Soon we'll have some new spring shots to share!
One cold, wet, day, Willow was standing in the mud with another one of her horse companions. Her feet really hurt, and it was hard to move around. She didn't have a blanket, either, so her long winter coat was soaked through.
Two humans showed up. One she recognized; it was a friend of her owners. The other human was a stranger, but she had a nice look about her. Willow had seen other people with nice looks, though, and looks could be deceiving.
While she watched, the friend pointed to her, and the other human nodded. Uh oh. Into the pasture came the stranger, with a halter and lead rope. Willow, ever stoic, decided that it would hurt too much to run away, so she just waited for whatever was going to come next.
The stranger walked slowly up to her and spoke softly. She stroked Willow's neck and then gently put the halter on. When she asked Willow to walk, Willow did the best she could, but it was very difficult. The stranger stopped, stroked Willow some more, and then asked her to move a little more. In this way they very slowly made their way out of the pasture.
The stranger and the friend talked for quite a while. The stranger seemed upset; the friend tried to be reassuring. Eventually the stranger led Willow to a trailer and asked her to get in. Willow had no idea where they were going, but she was at the point where she really didn't care anymore. Anything would be better than standing in that pasture in the mud, getting rained on. She hobbled into the trailer.
After a short ride, the trailer came to a stop. Out the trailer window Willow could see a barn and a big area that had a cover on it. Inside the big area were some other horses. They looked okay! Willow's spirits rose just a little, and she began to hope. The stranger took the other horses and put them in the barn. Then she opened the trailer door and asked Willow out. Willow shuffled out and was led to the covered area. Inside the big area, the floor was covered in thick shavings. It felt pretty good on her feet. The stranger brought her water, some grass hay, and even had a blanket for Willow.
Over the next couple of weeks the stranger made sure Willow had plenty to eat and drink, and brushed her and took her for short walks and watched Willow's feet carefully. Willow made a little bit of progress. The stranger talked with Willow a lot, too, telling her how pretty she was, and hoping that she was enjoying her stay, and that she was going to see how Willow's feet did before she tried riding her, and meanwhile Willow should just relax. The stranger could tell that Willow was keeping her feelings to herself. She told Willow she understood, and it was okay.
One day the stranger came to Willow. "Willow," the stranger said, "I hope it's okay with you. I made a deal with your people to buy you. I was only going to borrow you for a couple of weeks, but I can't send you back. You are too sweet and nice, and I hope you won't mind staying with me for the rest of your life. I promise I will never sell you or give you away, unless that is what YOU want. You have a forever home with me, and you don't have to work if you don't want to, and we'll do what we can to get your feet feeling better so you can run with the rest of the herd."
Willow could not believe her ears. This person didn't care if she worked or not?? This person thought she was sweet and nice without doing a job?? Wowwwwwwwww.......
That all happened three years ago. Willow was skeptical for a while, but gradually she realized that the stranger was no longer a stranger, but her friend, who found people to work on her feet and help Willow feel better, who kept her protected and warm and loved, and who didn't really care if Willow ever did a lick of work again. She loves Willow for who she is, not for what she can do.
For a long time Willow didn't want to do anything at all, but lately she has thought it might be fun to go on trail rides with me and other horses. Her feet are not 100% when she walks around barefoot, but she gets boots on her front hooves and when they're on she can walk and trot like normal. She gets regular trims and special food and lots of love, and all of that has given Willow a new lease on life. She is the oldest horse on the farm, being 23 very wise years. Her calm nature is good for the younger Friesians. She helps me keep them in line. Willow is my friend, and I'm happy to share my partner with her.
This is a picture of Willow with her winter coat and blanket. Our partner is a little slow getting pictures taken. Soon we'll have some new spring shots to share!
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