Thursday, May 10, 2012

Vet Visit

And A Ride

Yesterday the vet came for the Spring routine. That meant vaccinations, sheath cleaning (I like the vet to do it at least once a year), teeth floating and a general look over.

This was Dr. McAndrews, one of the female vets from Colts Head Vet Clinic. The only reason I note that is because she loves to float teeth and I guess it really doesn't matter how big or small the horse is. She showed me a picture from her floating a mini the other day--she was being "helped" by the Trigger's  equally mini companion, Ginger. So cute.

And then there are my horses. Chance is "only" about 15.3 or so but Tucker is about 17 h. so it's quite a contrast. But that doesn't stop Dr. McAndrews.  We needed a little extra tranquilizer for Tucker as he has a chronic "hook" way back in his mouth and apparently has an ulcer there where the tooth cut his mouth, but for all and all the Boys behaved like champs.

I was particularly proud of Chance who has been a handful in the past. I asked him if he would help us by cooperating before we started, and sure enough, he did. The last time, despite the tranquilizer, he was not exactly an angel.  

We didn't do all the vaccines this trip, so I another two weeks or so, we'll have another visit to finish up. That's when we'll draw blood for the coggins tests.  I'm not sure I'll be shipping the horses anywhere, or competing, but it's always a good idea to have the paperwork if needed.  

Today, I rode Chance. I am pleased to report that he felt much sounder his hind leg. He was just a very little uneven on the left rein and I did not have to post on the wrong diagonal to help him along. We did quite a bit of trotting in the arena, a session of canter on each lead, and then I went out to the pasture for some hill work.  Because it's been raining for so many days, I didn't want to trot downhill in case of slipping, but uphill was fine. 

My brain considered riding Tucker too, but my body said to wait until next time. 

I think my horses are fitter than I am. 

Monday, May 07, 2012

Lungeing and Jumping

After a "Day" At School

I subbed today, but ended up able to leave school about an hour early because the teacher I was in for did not have classes the last periods of the day.

The only downer about this was that the swimming pool did not open until an hour later, so I had a choice. Either I stayed there and waited for the pool, or I came home to work the Boys. Horse lovers out there will be pleased to know I opted to work the Boys.

Frankly, after all the work I did yesterday, I was rather muscle sore, so I decided to lunge instead of ride.

I really like lungeing because I can watch my horses move and evaluate their gaits and attitude. I say "attitude" because both Tucker and Chance certainly have one.

Tucker does not exert himself unless persuaded and then, he acts insulted if I snap the whip at him to get more "forward."  He also likes to drop his head really low---talk about "down and round"---in both the trot and canter. Sometimes that leads to a buck at the canter, or a playful strike at the lunge line with his front leg. He will also look for any excuse to spook.  Then, he'll gallop off for a few strides before settling back to a more steady gait. His jumping is wonderful, but he also likes to see if he can catch me off guard and run around the jump rather than go over it.  A little verbal lecture is usually all it takes to correct him, but he never really gives up testing my attention.

Chance also lacks forward on the lunge, but is much easier to persuade with a snap of the whip. (Mind you, I do not hit the horse, I make the whip "Snap" with a quick flick instead.)  Keeping him in the trot when I press him forward is the biggest challenge. He has an easy, "rocking chair" canter and it's his favorite gait.  Sometimes, it's so slow motion, he hardly makes any headway around the circle.  Again, I can chase him pretty easily, but his notion of "how to canter" does make me laugh.  He's pretty honest about the jumping, but today he did run out to the outside twice on the right rein. That's the direction he pulls out on anyhow, so it was pretty easy for him to evade.  The jump was set at around two feet, so it was a little bit of effort to get over it unless he had some impulsion.  However, "impulsion" is not in Chance's everyday work ethic vocabulary. "Relaxed" is, so his casual approach to a fence can make the jump more up and down then "over."

But, the fact is, I do like the way both Boys jump.  I know I 've said this before. Toby--whom I did not lunge today--has a huge, athletic jump with impulsion, power, and exuberance. Of the three, he is probably the most talented over a fence, but that is not always the easiest to ride.

Like Chance and Tucker, I prefer a much more "laid back" approach to a fence. But that's one of the reasons I became a dressage rider.

Sunday, May 06, 2012

Boys Mow the Back

And I Mow the Front Lawn

I trimmed the front bank and around most of the trees with my electric weed whacker today.  While I was working, the farmer from two doors down dropped by to chat and I mentioned that I was waiting for my other neighbor to come over to see if he could get the belt back on my lawn mower.  My farmer offered to look at it for me.

Apparently, it's really just a matter of strength to get the belt slipped on again, because it took him just a few minutes to do it, putting me back in business with the mower.  I finished up the weed work and in short order had the lawn tractor up an running to mow the front lawn.

Now, apparently, I was sending mental messages to the Boys, because as soon as I was finished, Toby started nickering to me--something he is not prone to do.  So, I closed off the gates on the driveway and let all three Boys out on the back lawn area to graze.  They are not quite as neat about it as the lawn mower, but I must admit, they do a pretty good job with the bonus of trimming a lot of the longer grass that grows up around trees and the garage where I can't get at it with the mower anyhow. Essentially, they do my weed whacking out there for me.

While they grazed, I did another thorough barn mucking. Because of all the rain, some of the bedding in the stalls got wet--long story for another day--and the Boys had been hanging out under the run in roofs.  So everything needed extra cleaning with perhaps a dozen wheelbarrow loads or so.  Wet hay fills the barrow pretty quickly, explaining the expanded number of trips to the manure piles.

But, the work is done, and everything is pretty cleaned up for now.

Needless to say, I am exhausted. I may go out a bit later to lunge a horse or two, but I have had enough exercise for one day.

At least the sun is back out and the mud is drying up quickly.

Saturday, May 05, 2012

Waiting Out the Rain

And Watching the Grass Grow

It's still wet outside, and it looks as if it's going to rain again any minute.

The Boys were even in their stalls this morning.  Guess they are tired of being wet.  I have some serious cleaning to do out there as a result. But I'll wait a little longer.

Meanwhile, I'm watching the grass grow in the front yard.  The back isn't so bad because with the fencing and gates across the driveway, I was able to put the Boys out there to graze and they did a pretty good mowing job.  But I can't let them out in the front, so the grass and dandelions just keep on growing.

I mowed just over a week ago and as I finished the belt slipped off the mower deck.  Then it started raining and I just haven't made the effort to get it back on.  I think I know the technique, but it is a bit of work. And it's still hard for me to get down low like that on my new knees. So, I've put it off.

Not that it matters. I think since then I've only had one or two spaces of time when it's been dry enough to mow.

Worse, the front bank has sprouted with a vengeance, which means I am going to have to week whack sooner than later so I can see oncoming traffic when I try to pull out of the driveway.

Ah well. Clearly, I need a yard worker, but since I can't afford one, I'm it. I'm still certainly capable of handling the work, I'm just too darn lazy to do it--especially in the wet. (Weed whacker has an electric cord...so that's not too safe in the wet either.)

So, I may need a hay baler soon.

Friday, May 04, 2012

Patches Returns!

At the Back Door

I went out to feed the Boys this morning, and who should greet me at the back door, but Patches!  I sat down on the wet back step and he stayed nearby. I had a can of cat food ready, and opened it. That brought him over, but instead of eating it he sniffed my finger.

I was able to pet his head and in an instant, he started to purr and was up beside me and into my lap. I cuddled him close and then lifted him up and brought him in the house. He never stopped purring.

For the next hour plus, he was in my lap getting brushed as I tried to get all the ticks out of his fur. He ate some food, played laser light at least twice and just kept on purring. He's on my lap now as I type this.

I need to go to the feed store to get some Frontline Plus to get rid of any fleas or ticks on him, so that's on the agenda. But I have to wait until I have my conference with my communicator and at least one of the barn kitties.

Which leads to the barn kitties in the sunroom. Once Patches was safe inside, I figured I'd let them back outside. Misty is picking on Pepppercorn off and on, so I thought they both might need to get out where they had more space. So I opened up the window and took out the screen, giving them free access to the outside world.

Oh, great. Misty sat in the fully open window for about fifteen minutes then went back to settle on the carpeted cat tree. Peppercorn made no move either, and curled himself up on the couch.

Now what? Does that mean neither one of them wants to be an outdoor cat?  If they would get along with the indoor kitty crew....well MAYBE. It really is too many cats in the house, but I've had an overstock before.  I just can't see giving them the sunroom for life, though. The other kitties love it in there too and it does cut off some of the circular romping room around the house. (With the sun room closed, running kitties cannot make a full circle around the back of the house, so it does spoil the fun.)

I will have to see what Misty says today during the consult. Maybe a compromise would be to set up the back porch with some super comfy lounging places and leave window open there. The porch already has a cat door, but if I leave that open, I have raccoon and opossums....and an occasional skunk....come in to visit.

So, the saga continues. If Patches shows he wants to go outdoors, I will honor my promise, but for now, he seems really happy to be safe inside.

Now, if it ever stops raining, perhaps I will be able to ride a horse or two and get the "horses" back into the blog.

Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Patches Update

I Want to be Outdoors

Patches has now told both communicators he wants to be outdoors.  I can respect that.

Last night we discussed a compromise where he could go out during the day and come in where it is safe at night. We have coyote, fox, and raccoon on the prowl here and, of course tractor trailers and fast moving cars. I don't like the idea of outside kitties at all, but in this case I want happy kitties.

That leaves the two barn kitties, Misty and Peppercorn, who are still locked in the sun room. We hope to have consult with them at the end of the week, trying to strike some sort of deal so they don't attack Patches.

I don't know if anything will work out of this. Apparently Patches was quite attentive and considered the proposal. We tried to make being indoors with a safe place to sleep, a nice brushing, good food, play with the laser pointer, and flea control as attractive as possible.

Once again, it's just wait and see.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Not Again

Patchadoodle on the Loose

Somehow Patch got out of the garage.

Back to square one.

*sigh*

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Progress of a Sort

Patchadoodle Incarcerated

I have Patches locked in the car garage. He is up in the ceiling, meowing at me, but he will not come to me yet.

I had to block off the window at one end, but otherwise, I'm pretty sure the garage is secure.

Stupid me first locked him in there with the car inside. Dumb, as if I needed to go anywhere, I was stuck not daring to open the door. However, I managed to get the overhead door open, and to get the car out while keeping him inside so all is almost well--as long as I don't need the truck for anything.

I have a ladder in there and every couple hours I go out, climb up and talk to him. I have food set out for him on the floor so if he's hungry, that's good. And the floor is dirt so he's not going to make too much of a mess in there--at least not one I can't clean up. I have all kinds of things stuffed in the window to make it impassable. It's an old window on brackets that seem to be either broken or rusted so I can't actually close it. But I think the blockage will hold.

Now, it's a waiting game and a time to just try to make friends again. He meows to me every time I go in there, so he is relating, but he's still too scared or reverted to the wild to trust me enough to let me touch him. I'm pretty sure that one petting will be all I need to get him back into my good graces.

Meantime, the two terrors seem to have adapted pretty well to the sunroom. Misty, of course, wants to come out into the rest of the house, but with her attitude towards the other cats, that's a definite no go. Peppercorn has managed to discover the luxury of sleeping on the couch and is letting me handle him more and more. It's not an ideal habitat for cats as they do need more room to exercise and entertain themselves, but for now, it will have to do. Once Patches is back inside, I will let the two of them outside again.

Perhaps, instead of chasing Patches, they can use their terrorist skills to keep the rats at bay in the barn. At least their presence MIGHT intimidate a rat or two. *sigh*

Note here: all cats are not good ratters. It takes a certain bravado and wisdom to take on a rat and it's not related to size. My good ratter was a little female who would take down a rat more than half her size in a flash.

Perhaps the "terrorist tag team" can do as well together.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Back to Square 1.2

Patchadoodle Update

For those following the Patches saga with bated breath, I figured I'd post a morning update.

I fed the horses, then headed over to the neighbors's house to see if Patches was in view. No go.

A little disheartened, I headed back to my yard, and called a few more times. Good thing my hearing is still pretty intact. I heard an answering meow.  I called again and finally zeroed in on the source of the kitty voice.

It was coming from the rafters of the car garage. There is a storage area up there and sure enough, soon my little black and white furry face appeared overhead. I had the cat food dish in hand, with some nice rattly dry food and a healthy helping of tasty canned food.  So I called and shook it.

In a minute or so, Patches jumped down onto my truck and finally the ground.

But he still kept his distance. This time, though, he kept rolling around on the driveway, one of the first signs of "making friends."  I didn't approach him, but put the food where he could see it and sat down nearby. He keep rolling and meowing, showing his anxiety and inner conflict, but he wouldn't come to the food as long as I was too close. So I moved off and let him be. He went to the bowl and ate. but he was still nervous about it. I guess he thought any minute he'd be pounced on by the feline tag team.

I didn't press my luck, but it's really good news to know that he was actually in the garage. That means he's testing out the territory again and, the carport, where I store my hay, is where we first made our real frienship. I am estimating that in a few days we will be back together and I'll have him inside again.

But, as with all animals, I need to be patient.

Monday, April 23, 2012

The Mystery of Patchadoodle

Now That We Know Where He Is

If you've been following my blog, you know that my indoor kitty, Patchadoodle got out of the house through an open screen and has been missing since Wednesday. I have been hunting for him every day, inhibited by my two barn kitties, Peppercorn and Misty, who are very territorial and apparently chased Patches from my property.

Yesterday was my birthday and I had hoped for a happy discovery, but alas, there was a terrific rainstorm here which made kitty searching difficult.

I had called my animal communicator in California on Friday, and was hoping I'd hear back from her since this was an emergency.  She finally called sometime on Sunday with an apology as she had been tied up in a conference and was not able to be of much help right away. But she left phone numbers of four other communicators she felt could be of more immediate assistance.  I called all four, and managed to connect with one, Marta--also in California. ( I live in New Jersey.)

Marta and I arranged a consult later in the afternoon.  I sent her some pictures of Patches, a Google Earth photo of my house and the neighboring area, and a full story of what had happened. Complications slowed the process down until early evening here as the rains poured down. But finally, Marta called to tell me that Patches was OK, but scared to come home because of the other attacking cats. I told her I was working on getting them locked up somewhere and to assure Patches that it would indeed be safe for him to come home.

Then, Marta asked me if there was a house with a dumpster nearby. Sure enough, the house next to my Aunt's next door does have a dumpster in the front yard. "Patches is there," Marta said. "Get in the car and go over there right away."

By this time, I'd already snagged Peppercorn and locked him in the sunroom, but I didn't have Misty yet. I don't think she was the main antagonist, but I told Marta to tell Patches it was safe and I'd be right there.

Out I went. It was teeming down rain, and I think we were in the peak of the storm. I walked all over my neighbor's yard, calling and calling. I looked under the dumpster, everywhere. No Patches.

Disheartened I came back home, sopping wet. No cat in his right mind would have been out in that weather--except for Misty who managed to run out to the barn across the yard where I finally caught her too and locked her in the sun room.

Fast forward to this morning, about 8 AM. I went out into the horse's pasture which backs up to the neighbor's dumpster house, and there was Patches, sitting on a rock at the edge of the flower garden!! As soon as I called him, he started meowing to me, but he would not come.  Despite food and coaxing, I spent well over an hour and a half trying to get my hands on him, but no success. He did, however, come as far as my back yard, behind the garage where I gave him some food.  Then he slipped away again, and I've not seen him since.

So, definite sighting and a first step in recovery. I do have a trap, but it has such a hair trigger, I'm not sure it would work. My neighbor from the other side has a trap as well that may be better, so I am hoping I will be able to borrow it. I bought some nice fishy cat food and will try to get my little buddy back.

He is spooked and has reverted to some feral behavior--not unexpected--so it may take some effort on my part to reassure him and bring him in to safety.

Ironically, I was totally convinced he had gone to the other side of my property and not in this direction. But Marta was right on target. The house with the dumpster is exactly where Patches was.

Now all I need to do is get him home.

Just hope the fat raccoon I saw last night doesn't end up in the trap instead.  If I do set the trap, I will be going out every couple hours to check it, however, so if anything gets caught it won't be stuck in there for long.

Hope it's a Patchadoodle.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Noodles

Wherein I Wear Myself Out


Since it is supposed to rain this weekend, and since I got my first order of fly predators, I decided I had better clean all the old hay out of both run in shed areas.

While this is a tractor job, the bucket scoop does dig all the hay up, but then it tends to roll off and out into piles instead of ending up in the bucket. That leaves me with a hefty job of using the sharp pronged hay fork to lift it into the bucket so I can cart it off to the manure pile.  The layers of wet hay can be really heavy and hard to manage.  Anyone who has cleaned up a used hay pile after the winter knows exactly what I am talking about here. Not fun.

But it needs to be done to keep the pest population down as wet hay is a great place for flies to breed.  I worked for a couple hours on Thursday clearing the area around Chance's stall door where much of the old hay had mixed in with mud. Fun.  Then I moved over to the other side of the barn and cleared in front of Tucker's stall before I quit, worn out for the day. I finished the last two thirds of the shed roof in front of Toby's stall on Friday. Then I pretty much stripped Tucker's and Toby's stalls again wearing myself out.

Today, I stripped Chance's stall, using the wheelbarrow. Lots of hay strewn about again.  Seems the Boys are getting picky about the hay now that they have a little grass to nibble on. All three are presently bedded in uneaten hay which is hard to clean but does make a nice bed.

That done, I decided I'd better ride Chance with that goal of building up his stifle ever in mind.  I started off in the arena, trotting him for a good ten minutes.  Going on the right rein, he feels fine, but when I switch to the left, his stride shortens on the turns and sometimes he gives a little "skip" breaking stride into a canter for a split second until I correct it.  He needs to trot to build up the muscle.  As the flat part of the ride progressed, he became a little more even and I also figured out how to ride him--good contact on the outside rein with a softening bend to the inside, while giving with my hand to push him forward--to keep the stride more even on the ends of the arena.

After ten minutes of trot on the flat, I headed out to the pasture to do some trotting up and down the hills.  We have some pretty challenging slopes out there so the first two circuits, I walked down and trotted up. Then, more sure of Chance's ability to keep himself in balance on the downslope. I trotted down and up three more times, making it five good hill climbs and another ten minutes of trotting. All in all it was a good workout--for both of us.

When I got off, my legs felt like wet noodles.  I have to laugh a bit. Riding in the arena does not bother me too much, but the added balancing and work of riding the hills did me in.  I had to work on my balance as well as Chance's and really RIDE.

I had to opt out of riding Tucker.  Wet noodles do not make for a good seat on an opinionated Thoroughbred.

On the sad side, there is still no sign of Patches.  I posted a notice on the entrance to the woods where the fishermen park, called my neighbors and dropped a poster off at the farmhouse on the hill as well as at the first house down the road.  If nothing has happened to him, I keep thinking Patches would stay at least in the territory of the house, but you never know.  It all depends on just what kind of threats Misty and Peppercorn made to him.

I miss my little furry face, and I'm worried about him.







Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Good, the Not So Bad, and the Bad

"One woe doth tread upon another's heels...so fast they follow."  Hamlet Act IV, vii. 

Good news, bad news....

The Misty indoor kitty situation did not work, so I put her outside where she seems quite happy with Peppercorn. That's good. What's no so bad is that she and Peppercorn are a tag team duo and they follow me all around. But what's bad is that the "tag team" has apparently ganged up on my sweet Patchadoodle who somehow managed to push out the screen in the front window and get outside.

At least I think he's outside since I can't find him in the house and the screen was definitely pushed out.  Blessing is that none of the other indoor kitties followed him. Of the group, he is the only one who has had any experience surviving outdoors, so that is a minor plus.  The major negative is that Misty and Pepper are patrolling the property and twice now I have heard a cat battle out there. Since they do not fight each other, I can only presume that it's poor Patch being driven away.

I didn't discover the screen until late last night when it chilled off and I went to close the window, I thought Patches was in the back room curled up somewhere sleeping, but apparently he got out sometime during the day or perhaps even early morning before I got up. I feel foolish that I didn't notice that he was missing sooner, but my kitties do crash in closets and odd places to sleep, so I just rushed off to school--I subbed yesterday--and didn't think twice about it.

Well, I've been thinking about it now and I didn't sleep at all once I realized he was gone. And I was up at 6 AM to go out looking for him. I tried locking Misty and Pepper on the back porch, but they both managed to get out again, so every time I go out one or both of them are at my feet, discouraging Patches from making an appearance. This whole mess is one big worry!!

On the horse front, since I had no class at the end of the day, I had to make a decision--to wait for an hour until the swimming pool opened, or to come home to ride.

Guess what? I opted to ride!

It has been really dry and dusty here over the last week or so--although rain is supposed to some on the weekend--and when I lunged Chance and Tucker on Tuesday, I raised quite a cloud. So, I decided a trail ride would be the better option.

I took Chance out first on the longer trail, going all the way back to the far side of the woods, using all the little hills along the was for some "stifle trotting,"  I also trotted a fair stretch on the way back.  I guess we were out for around 25 minutes or so. Not a biggie, but enough to get some exercise. He was, as always, a good boy.

I trotted Tucker in the arena for perhaps 10 minutes, going over the raised cavaletti I had set up to make it a little more interesting. Since he seemed pretty quiet about all that, I headed out into the woods with him. This time, we took the new trail.  It's pretty winding at the end as I had to pick a path around both a fallen tree and a good stand of briars. I guess when Tuck hit the trail to come back home and realized where he was he thought--fortunately only thought--that a nice little buck of celebration was in order. I gave him a sharp correction the first instant I felt his intent and he settled quickly back into a nice walk for the rest of the way home.

So, Chance gets an A+ and Tucker gets a B+ this time. Frankly, it's why I don't take Tucker out more often. He does have a wicked buck and I'm afraid I can't sit it was well as Caroline sits Ace, so I am cautious when I ride him. It's kind of a double edged sword because I'm sure if we did more fun things he'd probably settle down and stop being silly, but we can't do the fun things as long as he's likely to be silly.  This threat to buck had no provocation whatsoever. It was just something to do, I guess.

It's not been the best of days, but riding is always a good thing.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

90 Degrees Plus

And I Substituted Again

So, yesterday the temperatures soared to over 90F.  The only blessing was that the humidity was low, so it did not feel horrible. Still, the horses sweated. They have not completely shed out their winter coats, so there was an extra layer of hair--here and there--keeping them a bit warmer than they should have been.  It was definitely too hot to work them.  Later in the season, when they are better acclimated, that kind of day would be fine, but not now.

I spent the day at school, subbing for a history teacher. It was an easy day since she left assignments for everyone and the students were--as always--good as gold.

Then I went for a nice swim. I think I did eleven laps, but I lost count at 6 or seven, so I think I added one to the ten I'd planned. Since I hadn't been swimming in a couple weeks, I didn't push myself beyond that.  And, by swimming for 25 minutes and not changing out of my wet suit for the drive home, I managed to avoid rush hour--4:30--by about ten minutes.  That made the drive through the little town I have to pass through to get back out to the highway a lot easier than usual.  There are about 6 traffic lights and usually the main street gets all congested adding a good bit of time to my homeward trip.

I still detoured off the highways US 1 to US 130 because of the construction delays on 130, but that only adds a few minutes more when I take the back roads.  Years ago, when the Academy first opened, I probably could have taken a job there as an English teacher.  Clearly, there would have been a lot of benefits as the school is wonderful, but the drive there is more than double the distance to the school where I did teach for 38 years. (15 miles as opposed to 6 miles)  With the horses at home, and no highway driving involved, I opted out of the opportunity.  Now, going there off and on to sub is just fine, but even those months when I was  full time there replacing one of the teachers on maternity leave, some days that drive was just dreadful.  I'm not sure I could have done it for years and years.

Still, it is a wonderful school and it's such a pleasure seeing how effective education can be when all the piece are fit together almost perfectly.  The only thing I would change would be to add a performance/assembly room to the building. The students are very creative and it would be nice for them to have a suitable stage area where they could put on performances and show off their talents. The common area is too acoustically open so its not good for sound and when they do present skits and things, it's almost impossible for the audience to hear well. Other than that the building layout is great and well maintained.  It's s nice atmosphere with good people inside.

It's beautiful out today, but once again, I had a chiropractic adjustment so I am not likely to ride. However, I do hope to lunge Chance and Tucker a bit later.  I'll get Chance trotting up those hills again to work those muscles. And Tucker? Maybe I'll have him do a bit of jumping.

On the kitty front, I just put Misty back outside. Her aggressive attitude toward the indoor Boys was stressing them out far too much.  I suspect that given a lot of time and effort on my part it could have worked out, but my kittyboys are far too sweet to be tormented through all that.

The nice thing was that as soon as she did go out, she trotted right over to Peppercorn and the two of them happily sniffed noses.  Clearly, their relationship is still fine, even in the new "neutral" stage.  I'm glad of that since Peppercorn was acting a bit lonely out there.  Hopefully the two of them will keep each other company and stay safely on my property.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Plan Fail

Once Again I Don't Do

I was going to work the Boys.  Fail.

On Thursday, I took Peppercorn in to be neutered. That took time out of the morning. Then, I needed to call to check on him around noon, so I just kind of hung out and did computer things.  Then, they said I could go pick him up around 2 PM.  I had decided to take Misty back for a feline leukemia test to see if she could become a housecat, so that added to the trip back to the vet.  By the time I was done with all that--and the wind--the day just slipped by and I was worn out.

Friday? Stunningly beautiful day. But, I had signed up for a Tack Swap at a local saddle store and needed to get all the extra tack and equipment I don't need together to see if I could sell it.

Needless to say, a number of leather goods, including two synthetic saddles, needed some serious cleaning. Collecting, cleaning, sorting, and packing the car took most of the day. And, oh, yes, I had to go on a little shopping trip to see what kind of labels or tags I could buy to put prices on the stuff I was selling.  By the time I was done, it was feeding time, so one more day slipped by.

On the plus side, much to my surprise, Peppercorn is not at all upset with me. As a matter of fact, he is being decidedly friendly and kept me company the whole time I was doing the tack thing. He still wants me to pet him when I feed him and is hanging around closer to the house.  I was not at all confident that he knew what a litter box was, so I did not even consider giving him the "in house" option.  I'm not keen about outdoor kitties here with all the road traffic, but I had to make a decision.

Misty is indoors for now. There's been a lot of hissing and some growling, but generally things are pretty quiet. We'll just have to wait and see how she fits in. My kittyboys are a content, sociable pride and I don't want to disrupt that with a new cat--and a girl at that--but I think it will be OK. I do know she certainly likes the idea of being indoors.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Fitness Program Begins

And Tucker Walks the Trail

I lunged today. It was a bit windy again and I just felt better on the ground.  

No need to worry too much as Tucker was perfect on the lunge line. Granted, it's just some walk, trot and canter in the halter at the end of the line--more exercise than training--but he often plays up at it.  Not today.

So, after we finished our session, I took him out for a lead walk through the woods trail, introducing him to the new trail in the process. He was not impressed and much more interested in grabbing bites from every leafy tree we passed on the way.  I indulged him--mostly--as long as when I said, "Let's go," he did. We had a few moments of too much focus on the leaves and not enough on me, but for the most part, he was a good boy.

When I got back, I put the halter and line on Chance and lunged him in the paddock area in front of the barn. The footing there is sandy, but a little uneven, so he had to work a little more to keep his balance, pace, and footing.  We did a good bit of trotting. As Muriel noted, trotting is the key to strengthening stifles as it's the gait that builds the muscle around the joint.

And, hills are an important part of developing the muscle fitness a "stifle horse" needs. So when we finished in the paddock, I took him out to the pasture. There are some really nice hills out there with varied steepness, all of a nice length for lunging or even riding to get a horse fitter without overdoing it.

I may have pushed Chance a little too long, as he took one bad stride on the left rein, as if his right hind just kind of "collapsed" under him--although he may have tripped. So I cut the exercise short on the right rein and then called it a day.

Tomorrow, if I get the chance, I will ride him on the trail again, perhaps using the hill along the farm field to give him some work under saddle.  If it's not too breezy, I will try to ride Tucker out on the mini trail, but we'll see about that.

I have also captured a very unhappy Peppercorn who is now in the cage in the sunroom with Misty to keep him company. Tomorrow, he goes to the vet for neutering. He may never trust me again--who knows?--but it is for his own good as well as the good of any female cats within roaming distance of my house.  As much as I love cats, the world does not need litters of stray kittens with a shiny black daddy.

I hope he will forgive me in time.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

New Trail

Cleared and Ridden

I hiked the new trail this morning with my tree trimmer and weed whip.  I marked it yesterday, so I knew where I was going and where the briars were.  Clearing them was no big deal as I had chosen a path that was pretty clear already.  I had to trim a few branches and after about an hour's work, I had a path across what was once my Grandmother's corn field.

I had to get the car registration renewed and the car inspected, so that took up the bulk of the early afternoon--trying to get to motor vehicle when there was a short line in the inspection station took a bit of effort and, essentially, three trips over.  (It's only about 2 1/2 miles or so from my house.

That done--car passed just fine--I decided I needed to see if the trail was "horse friendly."

I saddled up Chance and started off with a bit of walk-trot in the arena. He is not 100% sound on his hind end going to the left. My farrier and I, as well as my vet, suspect he has a bit of a stifle issue on the right.  Going on that concept, the only thing that is going to make it better is to leg him up and build some muscle there.  And, the only way to really do that is to trot.  So, I am going to try my hardest to be diligent over the next several weeks to see how he improves with some proper fitness.  After about a week of trotting on the flat, I will add some hill work to the program.

But, on to the trail.  I may have missed a little branch or two at rider height, but nothing serious. Otherwise, the little trail is just fine.  At the most, it might take ten minutes to ride at a walk from gate to gate--maybe less--but it's a nice little break from the arena and might well be a good way to cool off after a schooling session.  I would have taken Tucker out too, but my knees said "not today."  The added work of clearing the trail was just about enough extra exercise for them before a ride.

I veered off the little trail into the woods with Chance to be out longer, as it was a lovely day. Then, on the way back, I took the new trail again, and this time turned towards home at the end instead of into the woods. I can't say Chance was overly pleased, but he's a good boy out in the "wild" and a nice steady ride.

I think my next mission is to see if I can blaze a trail out to where my Grandmother's house used to be with the intent of getting out to the dirt road that heads back to the lake. If I can manage that, I'll be able to add another "local loop" to the trails I already have, giving us some variety without having to go too far from home. Unfortunately the trail around the lake has been so rutted up by the ATV's that places are nearly impassable when it's wet. It really used to be a lovely ride, but no more. However, I do wonder if I hiked some of the high ground out there--perhaps with some friends--if we might find ways to get the horses around the worst of the swampy stuff.

Meantime, I'll do some adventuring closer to home and see what I can do to give myself some friendly places to go.  Hopefully, Tucker will appreciate it.

Sunday, April 08, 2012

Happy Easter, Everyone

Peace at Follywoods

Not much on the horsey front here. I poo picked the arena yesterday and took a nice walk. It was a bit breezy--well windy, kind of.

I walked through the woods where my grandmother's field used to end. There is actually a fairly clear passageway there. What was once a cultivated farm field is now totally forested, but along the "back" there seems to be a bit of an open area. I think, with a little work, I can clear a nice trail.  If so, it will be a good place to ride where the ATV's and such will not be likely to bother me. It might only be a ten minute trail ride, but when I want to get out of the arena, it would be a nice option.

Most of the passage is pretty obvious, but there is one place where some huge trees have fallen over so I need to clear a way around them.  I have a couple cans of florescent orange spray paint to mark the trees so I can find my way.  I don't think I'll have a chance to do it today, but it is a project for next week.

Meantime to one and all:

Friday, April 06, 2012

Safe and Sound

Misty is "Mommy" No More

Misty cat has been spayed. $200 later--and that was with a stray cat discount--she is safe in the sunroom, recovering from her surgery. Had I had the time or the desire to drive close to an hour to a special spay clinic, I could have saved a bunch of money, but getting an appointment and then driving that distance might have complicated things even more. I have no idea how close Misty was to becoming a mama, and I don't really want to know, but I was pretty sure if I'd put off the spaying to search out a more economical solution, I might have had a litter of kittens to deal with as well.

On the plus side, the vet said he would neuter Peppercorn for $50, so that's a good deal. I might get that done next week. We'll see. For now, just knowing Misty is OK is enough for me.

Tucker lost a shoe yesterday morning, so I called Scott. We were several weeks overdue for routine shoeing anyhow, but none of the Boys's hoofs had grown too much, for some reason.

Lo and behold, the phone rang around noon time and it was Scott telling me he was on his way and would be here in under and hour.  When I went out to sweep the barn aisle, the Boys all came in from the pasture on their own, so it was an easy matter to lock them in their stalls to wait for their friend, the farrier.

Sure enough, Scott was soon parked in the back yard, and Mick, his border collie was parked on my back step waiting to play with me .

Was anything remarkable about the shoeing?  Yes. Tucker. He was an absolutely perfect gentleman, today.
Well, that was after he apparently gave Scott a little trouble when he went in to halter him.  Apparently, he swung his head away from the halter and then got "really tall."  Now Scott is not a tall guy himself, so Tucker's head up--17 h. at withers--was rather out of reach.  Scott said, he just waited as he didn't want to get Tucker riled up, but I guess once the bad boy decided Scott was not exactly pleased with the game, he let himself get haltered, and then once on the crossties, decided to be totally charming.  Usually, while he is good to handle, when Scott goes out to the truck to shape the shoes, Tucker wiggled around on the ties, ending up with his butt end against the barn wall and his feet banging the brooms, ladder, or anything else stored there.

Today? He never moved a foot but stood quietly and politely the whole time. He didn't lean at all when Scott picked up his feet and he did not nibble at Scott's back or do anything at all amiss. It was so unexpected, both Scott and I wondered if he was feeling OK. I will definitely keep an eye on him, but perhaps, now that he has reached the wise age of 12, he has finally settled on a more mature attitude??

Needless to say, Scott made a fuss over him when the job was done.  I think Tucker really liked that.

Also, needless to say, both Toby and Chance were practically perfect in every way.

Mick and I had some fun playing fetch, although we had to take it easy because Scott said he'd hurt his leg the week before. We cut the game short twice to get him to rest. Mick was not pleased about that as he is the typical border collie perpetual motion machine, but when his "dad" says, "Mick, that's enough, go lie down," he obeys--at least for a few minutes. *G*

It was a lovely day, but the midafternoon shoeing put me off of riding since I was going out to an early dinner.

I met some friends in the nearby town for the Elks Club's annual Lenten fish dinner. Many service organizations in the nearby towns run fundraising fish fries every Friday during Lent.  We've gone before and had a super meal and tonight was no exception. I'm not a fish eater, but I had delicious fried shrimp while one friend had the flounder and the other a seafood combo of flounder, scallops, and shrimp.  They offer a salad bar, a baked potato, and dessert for what a nice meal would cost in a restaurant, and, to be honest, the food is exceptional!

Maybe next Lent we will try some of the dinners at other places, but I doubt they will live up to the quality of this meal.  They also offered: shrimp scampi, shrimp parmesan, fish parmesan, stuffed flounder, fried oysters,  jumbo shrimp, clams on the half shell, clam chowder, and pasta. Everything is home made and beautifully cooked.

So, I may not have ridden, but I had a horsey day and ended it with a very happy tummy.

Monday, April 02, 2012

Barn Kitties

Just My Luck

You've all "met" Peppercorn, if you read this blog. He's the black barn kitty I've adopted. I've managed to get him fairly tame, so I was planning on taking him to the vet soon to have him neutered.

Enter Misty, stage wrong. A sweet little powder gray striped tabby cat showed up a while ago. I knew she was about, but didn't get a good glimpse of her until the end of last week. A slight tri-color to her coat indicated she is a female, but more telling is the suspiciously round belly.

Poor little thing is bony, except for that belly, so I'm pretty sure she is pregnant. Bummer. The last thing I need around here is kittens. But I don't want to call animal control to pick her up as she would most likely be euthanized. Cat rescues are already overstressed, and I'm perfectly fine giving her and outdoor home here--except for the kittens.

Friends of Animals offers low cost spay/neuter certificates, but they take a week or more to arrive, and when I called one of the providing vets, the total cost skyrocketed from the price of the initial certificate. The fact that Misty is probably pregnant complicated the matter even more.

I finally found a local vet who will do a spay for a slight discount--let's say about $100 less than the other quotes I got, so I made an appointment for this week. Fortunately, Misty warmed up to me pretty quickly once she realized I was provider of canned food, so I'm hoping I can catch her without too much trouble.

I have the crate I used the last time a female had kittens here--Mommycat, who still visits from my neighbor's house whenever she wants fany vittles--so I need to set that up in the sunroom. If I can get Misty caught on Wednesday, then I will keep her in the cage overnight and take her to the vet early Thursday morning. I don't know how far along she is in her pregnancy, and I do feel bad about it, but bringing a litter of homeless kittens into the world is not my idea of being a responsible animal lover.

It's pretty clear Misty is used to people as it only took one day of introduction before I could touch her. How horrible to think that someone probably just tossed her out.

One the other hand, I do suspect Peppercorn was probably the "responsible party" in her pregnancy.  But, if so, he is not being an absent father.  Last night, when I was feeding the horses---and giving Pepper his evening meal--Misty appeared at the barn door. She started to come in, saw me and ran back out, not sure of her welcome. Pepper left his food dish, scuttled out the door himself and, a second later, returned with Misty. Apparently he had gone out to tell her it was OK and to come on in for another meal. It was really kind of cute.

This morning, both kitties were in the barn, waiting for me. Misty "talked" to me as I doled out the food, so, again, it's pretty apparent she is used to human interaction.

Sad, indeed. I've said it before, but it seems a barn/farm is an open invitation for people to toss out unwanted animals. And I'll say it again--IT'S NOT!!!

Horse news is somewhat limited. I subbed on Friday, it rained on Saturday and Sunday, and today it is supposed to be windy. I'll wait till later in the day to see how settled it is outside. I do have to poo pick the riding arena, so that may be a priority--and it's kind of wet out there anyway.

The Boys are spending a lot of time out in the pasture, nibbling the new grass as fast as it comes in. The rain my inspire some growth, but it will be quickly trimmed by three Boys eager for a taste of green after the winter.

Spring, with all its new adventures, has begun at Follywoods.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Out Walking

And Toby Worries About Me!

This was the second time I went for a longish walk off the property only to have Toby calling after me, exactly the way he does when I ride one of the other Boys out on the trail.

I feel so special. I guess I am part of his herd, and when I go off on an adventure, he worries about me. I guess going off in the car is OK, but I certainly don't know for sure. It's only when I am out in the woods, or the field as I was today, that I can hear him whinny.  Chance and Tucker are right there with him, so he is not calling for them.

As a matter of fact when I left, all three Boys were in the front paddock by the barn. I headed out the gate of the arena into the woods trail.  Toby called for me.  Then, I headed down the dirt road that crosses the field and, as I looked over to the pasture, the Boys were out there where I was in plain sight for the bulk of my hike.  Since the corn is cut and not yet replanted, the field is wide open and I walked its perimeter, nearly always able to see the pasture.

When I came back to walk along the pasture fenceline, Tucker and Chance paid me no mind, but Toby headed over to the fence where he would be closer to me.  Once I was back "safely" into the arena, he ignored me again--at least until dinner time.

Frankly, I'm flattered. To be integrated into the social circle of my little herd is really quite an honor.  I'm not sure what my position is, although I hope I am actually the "alpha," but with horses like mine, you never know. I might easily be considered the somewhat annoying child who just has to be indulged and, apparently, "watched out for."

Kind of funny when you think about it. We always talk about being our horses's masters, and how we get them to obey us. Could it actually be that they are just indulging us for their own amusement?

Does that mean horses are really just cats in disguise?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Off to the Dentist

Me, That Is

I had a filling that needed to be replaced, so I was off to the dentist. Novocaine always reminds me of the famous Bill Cosby routine.





Hope it gives you a laugh if you've never seen it.

I am waiting to get the feeling back in my own mouth. *lol*

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Different Strokes

In the Swim Again

I substituted on Friday, so after school, I went swimming again.  I added two full laps to the program, so I swam 14.  One was backstroke, so I don't know how that counts. *S*  I also walked a lap.  That's kind of interesting as the pool starts off at around 3 feet deep at one end and goes to about 5 feet deep at the other. Walking in 3 feet of water is pretty easy, but when I get to the 5 feet depth, I end up on my tiptoes, bouyed up a bit and I have to pull myself along with my hands to make and headway.  It's a little break from the swimming and allows me to work my knees in a low impact way.

My knees have been achy lately. I don't know if it's just the increase and variation of the exercise or "just how it is."  I will be going to my surgeon in April, so I'll see what he says.  Apparently, however, it can take up to a year for everything to settle down, so I'm not particularly concerned. Regardless, overall, they are so much better than they were before the replacements, that I can't complain.  And, since I was "walking funny" on my bad knees for so long....well over ten years with two bad knees...I would think my whole body and leg structures will take a while to remold and fully adapt to the new alignment.

I have a couple more subbing assignments lined up over the next two weeks, so I should get some swimming in again. And, I always hike up and down the stairs at school a few times during the day.  I don't have any real stairs in my house--unless I go down into the cellar or up into the attic--so stairs are not part of my normal routine. That, I'm sure adds to the "knee fatigue" as well.

The horses seem to think they are finding some fine grazing here. The grass is just starting to grow a little and they are out nibbling away. We are not likely to get thick, rich pasture, however. To do that, I'd have to harrow, lime, fertilize and reseed and then keep them off it for a month or so.  With all the problems people seem to have with horses getting laminitis--and Toby's episode last year--I am not likely to rennovate like that.  Aside from the expense, it's probably far better for the Boy's to have enough to nibble on and not enough to chow down on.  They get plenty of hay and a complete feed, so nutritionally, they are just fine.

I did not ride yesterday, and I just may lunge today as I need to get a chiropractic adjustment and I don't want to mess it up.  I may start raining by this afternoon anyhow and the forecast for tomorrow is more of the same.  If we do get rain, that should kick the grass into action.

It already looks as if I need to give the lawn a mow. Its not so much nice grass, but all kinds of weedy things and crabgrass growing. When it dries out, I can let a horse or two--or three out on the back lawn area to trim some of the longer blades. That way, the Boys get some greenery--but not too much-- and I can get some of the weed whacking done with minimal effort on my part.

Then again, I could get some goats.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Rider Up!

Another Warm Day

It was in the upper 70's F today with lots of sun.  I went out to the barn in the early afternoon to ride--I seem to be an "afternoon metabolism" person--and decided whichever horse got to me and the treats first, would be the one I rode first.

Chance won, with Tucker coming an a close second and Toby cautiously pulling in last, always wary that I just might put the halter on his head.

Chance and I went out for another hack in the woods. He is the only horse I've ever had that definitely goes faster on the route away from home and slows down heading home. That's one of the reasons I haven't schooled him as much in the arena as he really needs.  He just thinks trail riding is a grand adventure. We looped along the edge of the ridge above the trail that goes around the lake. I'm pretty sure most of the lake trail is largely impassible--except with some serious caution--because the minibikers and ATV riders have eroded the path so badly it has huge ruts. That might be OK, but the land is low and borders a swamp, so it fills with water. Then the problem is that if you do try to ride across, it's nearly impossible to tell where the good, safe footing is and where the "sink into the muck" places are.

We came back through the woods with Chance occasionally trying to jog until I turned left to head home. Then his pace slowed to a leisurely walk, almost completely lacking in the concept of "forward."  I should have headed the other way for a bit to see if he marched off again. *lol*  Maybe next time.

Once home, I sponged him off and brought Tucker in with a specific plan in mind. I was not going to tolerate any challenges from him about responding to my leg cues--in particular for the canter depart.  He's not fit enough to do high quality "rock back on the hocks" canters, that's for sure, but there is no reason he can't just canter from my leg aid without "snarling, fussing, pinning his ears, or just generally acting crabby with a final....'Well, all right, if you really mean it, I'll canter' attitude."  It's so typical of him to challenge being told what to do.

I carried the dressage whip, which I did not need,  and once we'd trotted a little to warm up, I cued for left lead canter. (Snarl) I snapped the rein back where he'd tried to shake it from my hand, returned his snarl with one of my own, and off we cantered. Once more challenging depart later, he was once again responding like a trained horse, cantering off to the least cue of my leg like he's supposed to.  Both leads were just fine, although he's a little crooked going to the right.   Then we walked a bit, and I followed up with equally responsive canter departs from the walk.  Three on each rein were enough so we finished up with some trot shoulder ins and a little effort at half pass.  Half pass to the right is good, but he's not quite as willing to go left. The leg yield left is fine, but the half pass---well, half baked.  But he made an effort and didn't fuss.

So all was well to end the ride on a good note.

A good sponge off for Tucker--he rolled in the dirt about 20 minutes later--and carrots for all.

Another warm spring day has passed, and I'm tired. Obviously, have some work to do to get myself fit again.  Thank heavens there's no hurry.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Not Horsing Around

Missed a Nice Day

The phone rang at around 8:30 this morning. It was the school, calling me in to substitute.  I rolled out of bed, fed the Boys and got ready at a fairly leisurely pace, mostly because I wasn't really needed until the afternoon session.

I still got there early enough to cover part of one of the morning classes, so I was able to give another teacher a little break from subbing.  I might have been able to cut another 20 minutes off my time if I'd hurried, but that's not always a good thing when I have to take proper care of the Boys' needs for the day.

I stayed after school to go for a swim.  I figure I need to take advantage whenever I can.  With gas prices ever on the rise, I'm not too likely to drive all the way to the school just to swim very often.

I added two laps to my pattern today, with a set of six laps and a break, where I walked a lap instead of swimming, and then I added another six laps of swimming for twelve instead of ten.  I felt fine and not really tired, so that's a good thing. I guess tomorrow will tell the story of how my knees felt.

By the time I got home, it was time to feed the horses, so that's what I did, deciding that I'd had enough exercise for the day.

I'm sure the Boys didn't mind. Food is always better than work any day.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Two Bottles and More

Lots Of Exercise on a Warm Day

The Weather Channel says it is 77F here. I believe it.

I took a walk out through the woods early on, carrying a trash bag with me. When I got to the woods road at the edge of the field where the minibikers had parked, I found three cigarette packs, two large plastic soda bottles and one beer can dumped in the woods. This is the spot I had cleaned up just a few days before. I don't know if the minibikers I met left the trash or whether someone else left it, but there it was.  I will do my best to clean up, but why should I have to?  If I see anyone out there again, I will at least mention the debris. Perhaps I can jog a conscience or two. *sigh*

I walked rather briskly for about a half hour and the terrain is uneven with a few hills, so I consider that a good little bit of exercise.  It was warm enough that I got a sweaty, so I guess I did some work at least. My knees have been aching the last couple days and I'm not sure why, but I hope the exercise will help them feel better.

I  thought I might ride Tucker out on a trail, so I saddled him up and headed out. But, he was a bit too full of enthusiasm for my taste. He was really walking out and felt as if he wanted to trot off instead of keeping a sedate pace so I turned around, did a little mini-loop behind the riding arena and then went in and rode him in the arena instead.  He was quite good there, settling nicely into some good trot work and then some canter that felt forward but controlled as well.  I may have ridden him for all of 15-20 minutes total, but when I brought him in he was lathered under the saddle and between his hind legs.  I ended up hosing him off just to try to clean it all off.

I then saddled up Chance and headed out to the woods, planning on taking the medium long trail for a change.  We rounded the bend just before the woods road and what did we see????

Another horse and rider!! Oh, my goodness!! Chance stopped and stared. And stared, rooted to the ground.  I managed to urge him into the woods for a few strides but he was getting all "bouncy," so I turned back around, went out to the field and waited for the other horse to reach us.

It was a woman named Wendy from one of farms on the next road over. And her horse's name was....get ready....Chance!  Talk about coincidence.  Her Chance was only seven and a bit green too, so the two Chances made a good team.  We chatted as we rode through the woods together. Then we looped off behind my barn area were I left her to take the trail back to her farm while I brought Chance in.

Toby and Tucker were putting on quite a show in the arena at that point. All Wendy said was, "Oh My!" as the two of them ripsnorted, lept, bucked and galloped all over the place.

Fortunately her Chance was not the least upset, nor was mine--as he is well used to the nonsense.

Hopefully Wendy had a lovely ride home and I do hope I will meet her again sometime. I was nice to have another person out there on my ride.

And besides, she was not a minibike or ATV, so all was well.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Bloggers Unite!!

Such Fun to Meet People in RL

If you are part of my blogging circle, you may well know MaryLou and her horse Tetley. She writes a regular blog at http://www.tettimes.blogspot.com/.

Well, it turns out that she was coming east for a family visit from her home in Colorado and to my delight, my house was "in between" stops.

She and her sister Betsy dropped by today for a visit.  What a lovely experience it was. MaryLou is as genuine and wonderful as she seems in her blog--what else should I have expected?--and her sister is just as delightful.

We had lunch--they dared to risk my French onion soup and a salad--and chatted like old friends. Of course, we have the horses in common, but MaryLou is also a tutor, so we also had our backgrounds in education to link us.

Betsy was first to urge us to "get out there to meet the horses," so as soon as we finished eating, we headed out to the pasture to greet the Boys.  I'm sure the bag of carrots I had helped create the proper mood, but it was only a moment before we were surrounded by three very friendly horses, looking for treats, and, as it turned out cuddles. Of the three, Toby was actually the most affectionate and he enjoyed some nice hugs even after the carrots were gone.

Tucker was the most enthusiastic. And I have to laugh a bit at his persistent efforts to be the center of attention.  Again the "carrot lure" was strong, but even when the bag was empty he determinedly followed us back in to the barn area just interested in whatever we were doing.

Chance was his usual sweet self but he doesn't challenge either Tucker or Toby for "front and center," so he wandered off a bit when the carrots were gone.

I do have to say I was quite pleased with how friendly and generally polite the Boys were for company. I never quite know what kind of welcome people are going to get from them. But I suspect all three horses knew they were amid a group of true horse lovers who were just willing to appreciate them for, well....being horses.

After we used up another half dozen carrots I got from the house, we  left the horses and walked over just to see the sandpit lake. I've posted pictures here, but I don't think they quite show the vast expanse of water I have across the road from my house. It's pretty impressive "in person."

Afternoon had worn on by then and MaryLou and Betsy still had a drive to New York ahead of them, so we had to say goodbye.  Hopefully, they made it to their next stop without getting lost along the way.  I rarely if ever drive to NY myself, so I was useless in giving directions further than to get back to the NJ Turnpike.

It was a super wonderful day and absolutely even more wonderful to meet MaryLou in real life.

Wish I could meet you all some day. The horse blogger community is full of great people.

For now, I will just have to be content with one at a time.  (Well, two, counting Betsy.)

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Brisk Day

Chilled Off Again

It never did reach the promised highs today, but stayed hovering around 48 or so, with brief periods of warmer sunshine--mostly clouds.  I opted out of doing anything with the horses.

So, I will, instead, continue my rant about the ATV's and motorcycles on the State lands.

As Merri noted, they tear up the trails badly. Once lovely woodland roads I used to bike over as a child now have low spots of mud puddles and ruts. I don't even dare go out around the lake in back--a former sandpit--if it's been wet as parts of the road around it are virtually impassible without worry that you and horse are going to sink into an undefined swamp.  It's too bad because it was once a really nice ride around the water.

There are no real authorities to report illegal riders to either. The local police could do something if they were there to witness the riders and upon occasion have issued some citations, but the lands are well off the public roadways. The general rule is that the police do not want to chase riders because that could cause accidents and they do not have all terrain vehicles to follow them into the trails.

The State Park officials are non involved in this park. No park rangers are assigned here, and as a passive recreation area with no developed access, it's largely ignored. The last time I called about the problem, some rangers came out and posted signs, but many of them were quickly torn down or shot full of holes by hunters--I hope they were hunters.  There is a forest fire station nearby, but those guys don't seem to be too involved in any kind of patrolling either.

I thought of noting the license plate number of the cyclists's pickup truck, but thought better of it. If I had reported them and they put two and two together, I'd worry that they might decide to do something to my horses since my pasture and paddocks border the Parkland. That's also why I didn't say anything to them as I certainly didn't want to antagonize them--although they did seem like decent kids.

There are not a lot of other places for them to ride. The hot spot used to be on the other side of the Turnpike. ATV riders would show up from all over with flatbeds and ride the hundred or so acres destroying a good lot of the farmer's cornfield and eroding the banks of an already insufficient detention basin.  It was not legal for them to be there either, but at least it was not State Parkland. Once or twice the police raided them, but kids from the school where I taught were totally convinced it was OK to ride there.

A couple issues bother me about all of this beyond the horse safety and annoyance problem.

First, as I think I noted in and earlier blog, a young ATV rider was killed out there a few months ago.  That unleashed a controversy about whether or not anyone--including horseback riders--should be allowed on some of the property.  Now, everytime I see one of these motor riders, I worry. I am thinking I should have said something to these kids, but I was too preoccupied with trying to keep Tucker under control.  I think a warning to be careful might have been in order.

Second, there is a conflict here with the fact that I now know for sure that "out of towners" are riding on the land. I could ALMOST understand some of the local kids's being out there if the Park is actually in their back yard., (It's still wrong, but at least they are neighbors.) but I am not keen about people from other areas shipping in to ride. There's also the worry that someone not too nice might show up. The farmer up the road had the ATV he uses to plow snow stolen from his yard last year. Fortunately, it must have run out of gas because he found it out along the woods as if someone had left it there to pick up later.   So, who knows who may be riding out there?

Third, there is complete lack of respect for the natural resources of the area. Aside from trashing the footing with their vehicles, I'm pretty sure a lot of these riders are responsible for the bags of trash I carted out of the woods this week.  They park, ride and then have an after ride party, leaving all their trash behind. They were also riding around the banks of the lake last year, ripping up the soil and destroying vegetation and animal habitats, including what appeared to be a beaver den.

Simply posting signs will do little if there is no enforcement. The State needs to have a presence there, even if patrols are random.  And they need to prosecute cases. Vehicles can be confiscated and there is a $1000 fine possible.  Trouble is, with budget crunches and constant cut backs in the park system, I don't think that's ever going to happen.

I'm not sure what the best solution is. However, if we do get parts of the Park open and encourage hikers, joggers, more horseback riders, and bicyclists to use the trails, there's a good chance public pressure would drive the ATV riders out. The would just not be welcome and those who enjoy the quiet of the forest would make that really clear.

So for now, all I can hope for is that gas prices will discourage a lot of the recreational riding. And I'll just avoid going out on the trail during the times the ATV's are like to be there.

As one of you said, it's really a shame. I have all that room to roam and ride right in my back yard and I just don't feel safe using it.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Darn Those ATV's and Such

Into the Woods and Out Again

Before I start on today's adventure, just a reminder that pictures of me jumping my horses are in the post below for anyone who wonders about what I did in my "life before dressage."

Today was really warm and sunny--in the 70's? It was truly a spring day.

My hay man came to deliver a load without my calling to tell him my supply was getting low. We had a nice chat before I toddled off to buy some dry cat food at Target. (Lowest prices around, most of the time.)

Once I was back home, I decided I needed to go for my exercise walk, and, rather than ride Tucker to get him all overheated, I'd take him out for an energetic stroll in the woods. This time my plan was to pass the "Tucker Trail" and move up a step to the next road into the woods to add some distance, time, and experience for him.

As we rounded the bend, there they were--a pickup truck with two teenagers and two motorcyle thingies.  The boys were sitting on the tailgate talking and their cycles were not running. Good thing, because Tucker's eyes were already bugged out of his head at the unusual sight of vehicles on the trail.

Now, the truck and the cycles are completely illegal out there on State property, but I didn't say anything to that effect. I'm not foolish enough to challenge two "men" in a strange place, so I simply greeted them cheerfully and asked if they were done riding.

They told me they were, and when I asked where they were from, they mentioned a town some 10 or so miles away. (Mental note of this, if I need it....)  I told them I hoped they weren't planning on going on the trail where I was going as Tucker is not exactly behaved around ATV's and such, and they assured me they'd keep the engines off.

Tuck and I moved into the woods and I guess one of the boys moved because suddenly Tucker startled, leapt about, snorting and flagging his tail like a wild stallion.  The two boys noticed, that's for sure, so they knew I wasn't kidding about Tucker's explosive potential.  A second or so later, as I calmed Tucker back down, two other ATV's came roaring up along the field behind the truck.

I called out to my two new "friends," asking them to please stop the other riders from barreling into the woods on the trail I was on--which I think was their plan.  The first two boys quickly stopped the other riders and assured me they'd keep them out of the woods until they were sure I was well gone. (And I guess they did, because I made it all the way back home and was half done with barn chores before I heard any ATV engines out there.)  I guess Tucker's rather dramatic display had convinced the motor riders that indeed, scaring him would be a dangerous risk.

Bummer.

I had planned to take Chance out for a stroll in the woods after I finished walking Tucker, but that was not to be. I simply could not take that risk.  Good thing, too, because as I said, I did here the ATV's out there again. It is SO frustrating. I know I can get Chance to not be bothered by them, but I'm pretty sure it would be very hard to cure Tucker and the same with Toby.  The instinct to buck and run in both of them is pretty solid.  And besides. the ATV's and cycles are not supposed to be out there in the first place.

I ended up lungeing Chance instead.  So he got a little work without sweating up and all was well.

I do need to ride out early in the day on weekdays so I'll be likely to avoid any teenagers who should be in school during the day. On weekends? Well, I guess the best idea would be to get up really early to avoid the sleep in bed late motorcyclists.

Or, I could just hire a few of them to rip around my paddocks and pasture until my horses are immune?

Then again, my pasture is on State land, so allowing that would be encouraging more illegal riding.

As I said, Bummer.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Chilled Out

Or In as the Case May Be

The weather did turn again, though not too badly. 40'sF and windy, so I opted out of riding. I still did a short, brisk walk, though, so I didn't forego exercise altogether.

A word here about the jumping for those of you who may not know. I used to be a hunter/jumper rider and I evented as well. So jumping for me is nothing new.

I gave it up for various reasons.

First, my Toby--the now senior horse--was not reliable over fences. He has/had tremendous athletic ability, with a huge jump, but not enough courage to go along with it. He would not jump fences "cold," without having a good look at them first. While I might have been able to train that out of him with lots of experience, I was much more focused on dressage at that time and didn't have the time or will to make the effort. I did event PJ before that and, of course, Russell R. who was a fabulous jumper. PJ had tons of courage and Russell had tons of skill and enthusiasm, making them wonderful horses to ride over a fence.

 Here I am eventing PJ at his first competition. He cleared this one with plenty of room to spare! *G*
Here I am on Russell at one of our early events. Later we jumped higher obstacles with equal ease.

But, I shall go on with the second reason to stop jumping--money and the competition. As time went on the hunter/jumper world, in particular, was infiltrated with more and more money. Not only did the entry fees for shows increase, but the quality of horses in the shows kept getting fancier and fancier. I can still remember competing at a relatively small show against a big, fancy horse that bucked his way around the course. He won the classes over Russell. "Back in the day," what really mattered was how the horse carried the rider around the course. In this case, because that horse "snapped his knees" over the fence and was, I guess, an expensive mover, he won over my rounds. OK, so that's the way it goes, I guess. But, as time went on, I, as a true amateur rider, found myself being "run over" by trainers and riders from big stables.  I would put my number in to ride in a certain order, warm up, go to the in gate to do my jumping round, only to find out that "Big Trainer" from "Fancy Stable" had stuffed five of his students into the order in front of me, and I was going to have to wait. It happened over and over, messing up my riding strategy and wearing out both Russell and me with repeated warmups.

The third reason?  Where do you go from here? I've jumped some big fences in my day--even been over some five foo ones--but I didn't have the nerve to do too much of that, even if Russell, and probably PJ were more than able. The amateur owner hunter division, at 3'6" was just fine, and eventing over a similar height was OK too. But add the politics of "Big Trainer" to the hunters, and the revised notions and rusle in eventing, and I wasn't really going anywhere. The eventing world seemed to think that there were too many people going "clean" on the cross country rounds, so they decided to up the difficulty for most levels. I rode successfully a number of times with the newer heights--3'9" for solid fences--but managed to crash once or twice along the way, dampening my enthusiasm for that pretty quickly. I either had to drop down a level or just stop.  I evented PJ, of course, at the lower levels two or three times, and then, despite placing in the ribbons, decided enough was enough. Somebody, most likely me, was going to get hurt. So, there was really no way to progress in the sport as far as I was concerned.

Reason number four? Dressage was fun.  Please note, I said "was."  When I started eventing, I discovered the wonderful notion that if you were scheduled to ride at, say 1:04 PM, you rode darn close to 1:04.  At a hunter show, you might sit around for hours waiting for your class to begin.  Straight dressage was even better than eventing time wise, as with the events you usually did have to wait for the stadium round.  But at a dressage show, you knew when you arrived on the show grounds, exactly what time you were going to enter at A.  Cool.  And, again, at first, the playing field was pretty level.  If I rode a good test, I had as much chance of placing well as anyone else in the class.  Horses and riders were actually being judged on their training and performance alone. Even cooler.  I had plenty of room to move up from one level to another, so there was always a challenge in front of me, and training was, and still is, a fascinating experience. And, with no jumps in the way, it was relatively safe, in comparison. I was getting older, and the prospects of crashing over a jump were not too appealing any more.

Please note, I was extremely well trained as a jumper rider. Prudence Morgan at the Princeton Riding Center, here in NJ, was one of the best teachers I have ever known. I had solid basics and we jumped hundreds of little fences in all kinds of gymnastic exercises week after week to train both Russell and me to manage most any challenge we might meet in the show arena.
Here's an example of no stirrups and no reins over a fence. This might have been during a clinic with George Morris, but regardless, it was exactly the kind of thing we would do in a regular lesson as well.

So, despite my skills, I just kind of gave up jumping.  As I said, Toby's lack of courage helped, but as time went on, I found I didn't miss it too much.  But, every now and then, I do look back and remember the exhilarating feeling of soaring over a fence on a good horse and I take a deep breath of nostalgia.
Here are Russell and I jumping a true outside course over 3'6" at a park that no longer holds shows like this. The smaller shows are largely gone around here.  I used to be able to show every weekend. This park grounds is about four miles away from my house.

Competition dressage has lost much of its appeal for some of the same reasons that I stopped jumping competitively.  Like the hunters, money has stepped into the dressage arena as well. Fancy horses with extravagant movement can and often do place in the top of all the classes regardless of how well they might actually be trained. Riders go out and "buy" the show winner rather than "making" it. I've sat with judges in the booth, scoring, and know full well how this can work.  I can even remember a top and well-respected judge noting to me as a well known rider came up to the arena, "Now we're going to see a really good test,"  before the horse took one step though the in gate. Sure, the ride was good, but I'm not 100% convinced that the scores they received were not inflated by reputation more than by actual performance. (Side note:  This same judge, at another time was overheard to say as my friend entered the arena on her quarterhorse, "I hate this horse."  He still ended up scoring her in the top of the class because her ride was really good, so go figure.)

It's frustrating to spend hundreds of dollars on a show or two (I was paying up to $150 for just one competition) knowing that no matter how well you rode or how well your horse might go, as long as "Fancy Horse" was in the class with you, the top ribbon was never going to end up in your hands. Again, there are still some smaller shows around where the playing field is more level, but they are fewer and farther between nowadays. Judges's fees and all the other costs associated with running a show have put the "smaller guys" out of business.

If I ever get him trained to a level of competence in the dressage levels, I may show Chance once or twice, but no biggie if I don't.  As for the jumping? Now and again, and all just for fun.  It's good for the horses and something else to do in the schooling process.

Do I miss it?

Not much.

Thursday, March 08, 2012

Has Spring Sprung?

Or Is It Just Another Teaser?

Temperatures were up in the 60's F today. It was windy, but the sun was out. We are supposed to have some rain tonight, but it will back up in the 50's tomorrow. I will put the sheets on the Boys for the foul weather and just wait to see if it's a nice 50 or a chilly 50.

But I took advantage of the nice day. I started off with a late morning walk. I timed the field I did yesterday and it was about 25 minutes. So today, I added a trek through the woods to bring the total up to around 45 minutes.  I did some physical labor along the way, moving some fairly heavy fallen trees off a section of the trail. My only worry was that I did not have my gloves on and as I tugged at the fallen trunk, I realized it was wrapped with some hairy vines.

"Warning, Will Robinson! Danger!"  (a quote from an old TV show here.)

Hairy vines are one of the signs of poison ivy!  I may have lucked out as I hurried home and gave my hands a thorough wash with cold water--do not use hot water to wash off poison ivy sap--and some good soap. So far, so good. Either the vines were not the evil weed, or I didn't get any sap on me.

Back home, I came in to rest my muscles for a bit and have a good lunch before heading back out to work the horses.

Well, "work" is kind of  meaningless here. I took Chance out on a trail ride instead.  The wind was whipping up quite a bit along the edge of the woods and fields, but once we were back in the shelter of the trees, it was lovely.  We were out for only about 20 minutes or so.

When we got back into the arena, I trotted around and finally decided to take him over the little one foot "jump" I had set up the other day.  First we simply trotted and he just took a big trot stride to get over. But then, I sent him into a canter and we actually jumped.  Nothing too impressive here, as an obstacle that size is just a big canter stride, but I'll count it as a jump. He was great, and I had fun.

I lunged Tucker next, mostly because I don't care to work him too much under saddle when it's windy like that.  After a session of trotting and cantering, I sent him over the little jump and then raised it to about two feet, just so he had to think a bit.

Once again, he jumped quietly and athletically over the rail about five times in each direction. He was pleased with himself, and I was pleased with him, so we called it a day.

By then it was dinnertime.  Carrots all around topped the grain and I left three happy horses munching away.

I will put their sheets on at late feed. The rain should hold off until then.

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

Walked and Rode

On Another Lovely Day

Warm and sunny today.

I took advantage of the weather and took a moderately long walk. I should have timed myself but I forgot to wear my watch. I think it was about 30 minutes but I'll do the same route tomorrow in the opposite direction and time it to see. The terrain was uneven with several little hills--nothing dramatic, but enough to make me have to work my legs to get both up and down.

The up is fine, but I am a little cautious on the "down" part, but I think it's just habit from my old, bad knees. Going downhill was always a bit tricky, so I am not as bold as I might be. I don't feel any extra strain or instability in the new knees, so perhaps I don't have to worry, but old habits die hard. I had one bad knee for nearly 50 years, so I have to keep reminding myself things have changed.

Aside from the hills, I kept up a brisk pace, so I hope it will help me get fitter and lose a little weight in the process.

After a bit of a physical rest, I went back out to ride. I just chose Tucker today, because I hadn't ridden him the last time.  I warmed him up at the walk on a loose rein and then at a trot on a loose rein, just working on some steering with my weight and legs--no real rein aids.  He's pretty sensitive to that, so I was pleased to be able to make some circles and reverses just by shifting my seat.

As we went on, though, he kept reaching for the bit, looking for some contact on his own.  Once I gave him my "hand to hold" he increased his pace and engagement and began to work a little more on his own.

I did a few leg yields at the trot, then began some hesitation transitions, first going all the way down to walk before trotting again, and then simply super collecting the trot for a stride or two before going on again. Once we'd established a good rapport with that, I asked for a bit of canter on each lead.

He took the left lead almost immediately on my first cue. I only cantered about 50 strides before transitioning back down. Then I reversed, and asked for right lead. Sticky. He laid his ears back for a moment, but I cued again and he cantered. It's hard to tell if his hocks bother him at all--that was an issue last year before I stopped most of my riding--or if it's just habit. Once he starts cantering, he feels fine, although he does tend to carry his hind end to the inside on the right--a sign of a potential weakness--but the stride is regular.  Again, I only did about 50 strides or so before going back to trot.

We finished up with a few trot/halt/reinback/trot transitions, and then I called it a day.  I dismounted and set up a low raised pole to lead him over. This is one of the agility exercises, so I led him over it a few times, using the "command" "over" and praising him when he stepped over the pole. By the time I was done, I had the reins looped on his neck and without my touching him or the reins, he stepped over the pole three times for me as I walked alongside--not going over the pole myself.

It was a good exercise to cool him out--it was WARM today and he sweated even with minimal work--and a fun way to establish some more communication with him.

Sunday, March 04, 2012

Winter Drops By Again

Sort Of....

I have to wonder how the horses cope, adjusting to all the changes in temperature. I know I am not having a lot of luck.  When it gets cold, I get chilled, and I can't get myself warmed up.

Saturday morning was a good example of winter's fickle moods around here. It was rainy and miserable in the morning. I had to meet someone in at 10 AM--bit of a drive to get there--and headed out in a drizzle that turned into some pretty soggy rain while I was on the highway.  On the way home, the rain let up and the sun began to nuzzle past the clouds.

By afternoon, it was so warm I took the sheets off the Boys to let them enjoy the day--and some good rolls in what was now MUD.  Because it was so wet, I opted out of riding. I just didn't feel like coping with the sloppy footing.

When I went out for late feed, I put the sheets back on the Boys as a brisk breeze had picked up and the temperatures were dropping. By this morning, it was winter trying to decide which face to show. The sun was out when I went to church and I only wore my heavy sweater. After church, the breeze had picked up again and I put my jacket on. By the time we finished eating lunch at the diner, I could have used a warmer coat.

Tonight temperatures are supposed to drop into the 20's F warm up tomorrow and then drop again.

I figure I'll make hot mashes for the Boys in the morning once again because of the up and down thermometer. Their sheets are kind of midweight and seem to keep them comfortable enough.  I think the big thing is a layer to block the wind a bit.  I make sure they have plenty of hay to munch on as that helps fuel their internal heating systems.

As for me--no such luck. One day it's warm and I'm OK and then it gets cold and I can't get warm. Last night I had three blankets on top of me in bed before I started to feel at least a little snug.

Good thing I'm not a horse.

Hope I have more to post than a weather report next time. But, then again, it's still winter......

Friday, March 02, 2012

Well, That Was Interesting

Not Much Going On--But I Swam!! 

Darn this time of year. Even the mostly reliable weather forecasts are not. I checked two different forecasts which promised the teamperatures were going to be up in the lower 50's yesterday..

All would have been OK, but the phone rang at 8:30 and it was a desperate call for me to go in to substitute. I hate to pass up a chance to make a few dollars, and subbing is fun at the Academy--sweet kids, as I've noted before.  So I leapt out of bed, fed the Boys and tried to decided if they needed to wear their sheets all day. Since warmth was forecast, I took the sheets off.

So, it drizzled in the morning and never did get up above 48 F or so all day with clouds covering the sunshine. Ah well. Toby and Tucker were pretty muddy when I got home, so I guess they must have enjoyed being naked, even if they were a bit chilly. Normally, I wouldn't worry too much but they have been "dressed" most of the winter and I worry that they are not acclimated without "clothing."  I did leave extra hay, so they should have been fine.

It's just "mom" worrying whether the "kids" were dressed right when she left the house.

On my side, I had a great day at school. It was covering for the Phys Ed teachers, so I had to run study halls, but no problem. The students all had computers to use if they wanted them and for the most part, worked on projects for their other classes. These kids are super motivated and really involved in their schoolwork.

The swimming pool schedule was back to the good one for me--open just as the school day ended--so I took a deep breath and headed over to the gym as soon as the last bell rang.

It was wonderful!! I love to swim for exercise.  My knees were a bit sore as I kicked--nothing at all serious. Most of it worked out as I kept going.  I actually was easily able to do the full ten laps which was a bit of a surprise. I kind of expected my stamina to be less than it proved to be. I was a little tired, but not bad at all.

Swimming is, along with riding, my favorite exercise. In the summer, the pool is two roads over from my house--about 2 miles away. The indoor pool at the college is about 15 miles away, and not the loveliest drive--US Hwy 1 is a very busy road. But, on a good day, it takes about 25 minutes or so to get there.  Now that I've swum again, I know I will have to do it more often before the summer returns.

It was not a bad day at all, aside from the worrying about the Boys.