Take one young under-worked, not quite broken, still coltish pony, Add one aging, unfit owner with 'dodgy lungs and a dicky ticker.' Attempt to lunge. Result? A great workout for said owner!!!
Yes Charlie has gone a bit feral again. As I have started a drug trial for the above mentioned 'dodgy lungs and dicky ticker', and am up and down to Papworth like a whores....ahem, Charlie has been having a (much needed LOL) break.
Time to start working the boy. When I am poo picking etc, he is as friendly as.. Lots of cuddling, nose blowing, affection, scratching etc (from both of us). However, a day being a jump judge at an Eventer Trial recently, has spurred me on to get the boy ridden. I have to just say here.....The standard of riding at the 80cm was appalling. Riders shouting at their horses, whipping them, cussing them, when 99% of the time the horse stopped because the rider asked them to, or didn't help. Seriously? Sort yourselves out before you start blaming the horse!!
Anyway......I had serious rider envy.(Not the BAD riders) I Soo want to jump x country again. It was always my favourite. So with a new determination, I WILL get himself ridden.
So back to basics.....Step One. Lunge until he understands....I make the rules up! He does as I ask. Today was Day One (again). He bucked, plunged and reared. He came in at me. His eyes rolled with mischief. I am sure I used more energy hanging on, and keeping him out on a circle than he did. Eventually we had a few nice circles. Time to stop and feed him.
With his ever thickening winter coat, he was sweated up. Mild day. Hose down. Oh Yeah? More rearing, spinning and charging. Once I had the hose on his sweaty chest and neck, and flanks, and belly, he stopped and seemed to enjoy it. Result? One exhausted, aging, unfit owner!!
Charlie The Trick Pony. Follow Our Journey As we Walk With Our Equine Friends.
Showing posts with label horse breaking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horse breaking. Show all posts
Tuesday, 24 October 2017
Saturday, 7 October 2017
Feed Balls, Join Up and a Sonic Boom!
Its all been a bit 'basic care' just lately. I am starting a drug trial for the dicky ticker and dodgy lungs so am up and down to Papworth.....the rest just has to be fitted in.
But last weekend, Jo and I managed to get to tack carboot, where Jo bought a couple of feed balls. Great fun. We tried Lu and Charlie first. They picked it up straight away, and it was funny watching their techniques. Charlie took to pawing at the ball, and kicking it.....typical boy. Lu tried to pick it up with her teeth. The Shetlands just got violent.
On Wednesday we had a strange occurrence over Suffolk. Two jet fighters were sent to escort a commercial flight to Stanstead. The sonic boom was heard all over Suffolk. The talk of many small towns! It must have disturbed our sleeping ponies. Lu ripped a shoe off.... It was twisted beyond belief and can only have been pulled off violently by sudden movement and being trod on by another foot. The farrier (Vince Buckman) came out the same day and said it was the 3rd customer that day with the same twisted shoe. I guess we should bill the RAF
Today we had Chanice Who Helps On Saturdays. As it was windy (yet another tail end of an american hurricane) I decided to get Chanice and Daisy to join-up. Now there has been a bit of talk on Face-Ache about Join-Up being out-dated and stressful to the horse. Well its certainly not as stressful as the old methods used to break horses. Back in the day (for centuries) the horse was tied to a stake without water for 24 hours. The next step was to tie up one hind leg to the horses belly and bring it to the ground. With the poor horse tired and frightened it would accept the tack. Someone would then mount, while the horse was roped from all directions, and hang on if it dared buck. If the horse was a wild one, it would be beaten into submission.
Then along came Monty Roberts. He studied Mustangs in the wild and learned the language of the horse. In the wild there is an alpha mare. If a youngster gets out of line she will send it out of the herd with aggressive body language until the youngster submits (lowering of head, licking, chewing). The mare will then turn her back, allowing the youngster back into the safety of the herd, and he will follow her as leader. Horses have a strict herd hierarchy. The Alpha Horse (always a Mare) is the one that moves the other horses feet.
Monty Roberts tried this out in training horses. It worked. It always works. It is the way horses think. The whole premise of riding horses is pressure and release. Simply asking a horse to walk on? You apply pressure with your legs until the horse walks on, then you sit quietly. Monty Roberts has changed the way people 'break, start, gentle' horses. At the end of the day (and the beginning) we need our horses to respect us. For that to happen, they have to accept we are the Alpha. We have the brains, they have the brawn. The horse has to trust us to think things through, and follow without question. After all, their instinct is to flee from danger. We are the ones who can risk assess any danger. They have to accept we know what we are doing. Nuff said.
But last weekend, Jo and I managed to get to tack carboot, where Jo bought a couple of feed balls. Great fun. We tried Lu and Charlie first. They picked it up straight away, and it was funny watching their techniques. Charlie took to pawing at the ball, and kicking it.....typical boy. Lu tried to pick it up with her teeth. The Shetlands just got violent.
On Wednesday we had a strange occurrence over Suffolk. Two jet fighters were sent to escort a commercial flight to Stanstead. The sonic boom was heard all over Suffolk. The talk of many small towns! It must have disturbed our sleeping ponies. Lu ripped a shoe off.... It was twisted beyond belief and can only have been pulled off violently by sudden movement and being trod on by another foot. The farrier (Vince Buckman) came out the same day and said it was the 3rd customer that day with the same twisted shoe. I guess we should bill the RAF
Today we had Chanice Who Helps On Saturdays. As it was windy (yet another tail end of an american hurricane) I decided to get Chanice and Daisy to join-up. Now there has been a bit of talk on Face-Ache about Join-Up being out-dated and stressful to the horse. Well its certainly not as stressful as the old methods used to break horses. Back in the day (for centuries) the horse was tied to a stake without water for 24 hours. The next step was to tie up one hind leg to the horses belly and bring it to the ground. With the poor horse tired and frightened it would accept the tack. Someone would then mount, while the horse was roped from all directions, and hang on if it dared buck. If the horse was a wild one, it would be beaten into submission.
Then along came Monty Roberts. He studied Mustangs in the wild and learned the language of the horse. In the wild there is an alpha mare. If a youngster gets out of line she will send it out of the herd with aggressive body language until the youngster submits (lowering of head, licking, chewing). The mare will then turn her back, allowing the youngster back into the safety of the herd, and he will follow her as leader. Horses have a strict herd hierarchy. The Alpha Horse (always a Mare) is the one that moves the other horses feet.
Monty Roberts tried this out in training horses. It worked. It always works. It is the way horses think. The whole premise of riding horses is pressure and release. Simply asking a horse to walk on? You apply pressure with your legs until the horse walks on, then you sit quietly. Monty Roberts has changed the way people 'break, start, gentle' horses. At the end of the day (and the beginning) we need our horses to respect us. For that to happen, they have to accept we are the Alpha. We have the brains, they have the brawn. The horse has to trust us to think things through, and follow without question. After all, their instinct is to flee from danger. We are the ones who can risk assess any danger. They have to accept we know what we are doing. Nuff said.
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