Showing posts with label not riding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label not riding. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Horse Cookies, Rocks, and the Boys Get a Night Off

Anyone ever made your own horse treats?  I have a recipe for homemade ones somewhere that was fairly well received.  But apparently they come in mixes, as well - a few months back a friend found and presented me with this attractive package from Ann Clark, LTD.   

 
Since it finally cooled off I went on a baking spree - and after poppyseed cake (b-day), banana bread (thank you) and cookies (care packages for C and one of T's service guys), I decided to tackle these.
Now I can bake pretty much anything from a recipe most of the time, but I'm generally leery of box mixes.  Don't ask me why, but they never seem to turn out quite right.  Still, adding applesauce, a tablespoon of oil, and some water sounded fairly hard to screw up.  Bake at 300' for an hour and cool in the oven... 

They were certainly pretty all cut out. And the batter smelled yummily of molasses.  Good enough to eat, in fact....  Of course I had to try who can resist raw cookie dough!   Not me, especially when it smells that good - LOL

 
No leavening, so they didn't puff up.  And next morning when I opened the oven they were nice and crunchy.

I tried them out on the boys last night - broken into smaller pieces - the verdict?  Sunny likes them, Thunder was not as enthusiastic.

We collected more rocks yesterday - J's pasture this time.  The horses were quite baffled - rocks aren't edible...


T found this along the fenceline - which wasn't nearly as exciting as the nest of baby garter snakes we encountered unearthing the previous load.  They were really cute - only about 8 inches long.
This is what we've been working on - rocking in three sides of the house.  Only about one more load to go - FINALLY!
100% Mabel approved

 
I finished the day up with some pony beatification ~ oh, good grief - that should be "beautificaion" (they're certainly not saints, either of them! ~ time - it's been a couple of weeks since the boys saw the trailer without being loaded into it.  Last night they both got a thorough grooming and lots of scritching, then I turned them back out.  Couldn't have asked for a nicer day! 

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Safety first

Reading everyone's blog entries about riding has me feeling both jealous and guilty. Jealous because I can't wait for spring, guilty because I know even then I probably won't be riding as much as I should. Count me in on the whole "Shut up and ride" movement! (I really need that mug-lol)

But I'm consoling myself with the fact that even in the winter there's plenty to address on the learning and safe behavior front.

Mrs. Mom just posted on why
proper hoof-handling is critical
and how she prefers it to be taught,
- definitely worth reading.

I've been thinking about what and how I do things for a while now, and it seems to me that feeding time is another opportunity for reinforcing groundwork on plenty of levels.

Case in point: we move hay to the horses every day. They're loose. There are eight of them, and sometimes we feed in the dark with head lamps. Eight horses, darkness, slippery snow and a pitchfork could be very nasty very quickly.

Just as a basic rule,
horses need to respect people-space
even in the presence
of something desirable
like hay or (even more yummy) grain.

And for the most part the herd was pretty good about respecting us already. The real kicker - sometimes literally - was horse on horse action, not so much horse on human action. The first winter we fed daily (in previous years they had a round bale feeder, 24/7 access to hay and they did their own sorting out of who ate where) it took a number of days to reinforce the "thou shalt nots" of feeding time.

These are the rules:
  • You will not run me (or anyone else) over when I'm moving hay.
  • You will not run someone else over me when I'm moving hay.
  • You will shift over if I need you to, even if there are four of you in my way.
  • You all look horse-shaped in the dark, therefore you can all stand still while I use your shoulder, neck, butt as a prop to climb in and out of the feeder, (whether or not I'm balancing a pitchfork and wearing a headlamp) regardless of whether you've ever been ridden. In return I will try not to poke you with the pitchfork or shine the light in your eyes or fall down underneath you (but I can't promise anything).
How did we manage? Well, first of all, these particular eight horses are all relatively mature, have an established pecking order, and as I already said, on the whole they're pretty respectful of human space. All of those are important points, and if any of them weren't the case I 'd probably do things a bit differently at least to start with.

Some rules came with time - the headlamps, for example, we didn't end up introducing until the feeding routine was already well-established. The days simply got shorter and carrying a flashlight wasn't really workable. Had we shown up the first night in the dark and started roaming around with headlamps - even bearing food, they probably would have freaked. As it was, one night the feeders just showed up with lights on their heads. And it was no big deal.

The thou-shalt-not run over me or run anyone else over me rules took longer, and they still need reinforcing on occasion. I reinforce the same way I established them: when somebody forgets and needs a reminder that nastiness with people underfoot is not tolerated (usually Sunny or one of the middle mares), the reminder consists of me moving them.

I'm not loud, dramatic, angry-sounding or violent about it. I just emphasize what they elected to forget - that I, as the human, get to determine what space they get to occupy.

Here's how.

I stop what I'm doing, single that horse - let's call him Sunny - out and make him move for a minute or so. I don't run. I stay on the inside of the loose "circle" the herd forms around the feeders and insist Sunny stay outside it. He doesn't get to stop and eat, he doesn't get to hide among the other horses. He gets to travel, generally at a trot, but a good brisk walk is acceptable. I don't run or yell, I don't try to direct where he goes, I just keep him from stopping.

What are the rest of the horses doing?
Usually, ignoring the byplay completely.


After a minute or two depending - if he still has his ears cocked back and a snarky expression (that would mainly be Star) he gets to keep going - when he pauses and faces me, I'll stop too. If he stands, I'll walk up to his shoulder. If he moves off again as I walk up or makes nasty faces (Star), I go right back to keeping him moving. If he stands, I'll rub his withers and then walk away to whatever I was doing before. Initially it might take a couple of times a night, sometimes with the same horse, sometimes with several of them. As time went on I needed to remind them less and less and I was also using less pressure to send them off.

Now that the behavior pattern for feeding time is set, if they're all really antsy I can assume one of two things: either the weather is changing (easy enough to determine), or that I need to feed a bit heavier because they're hungrier than I'd like them to be.

It isn't a hard and fast cure-all: they still have preferred eating arrangements, favorite spots, and lunch buddies. Ears still get laid back and the occasional foot gets cocked when someone lower on the pecking order sticks their nose in where it's not welcome. And Sunny still migrates from feeder to feeder to see which one is best situated, out of the wind, or tastiest on any given day, moving the other horses as he does it because he is the "boss"(iest) horse.

But he (mostly) doesn't do it when I'm nearby.

As an overall strategy initially, the move-their-feet worked best with the horses that had some experience either on a longe line or in a round pen - they already knew how to move away from pressure. Those horses moved off more easily and faced up more readily. But regardless of past experience, they all learned. And I think if/when we get the others started with formal groundwork it will help us out there, too.

I don't presume to be a trainer or an expert horse-anything - this is simply what works for me with these eight horses. Reading Mrs. Mom's post I found plenty of food for thought, and not just on hoof handling. I'd love to hear other strategies for feeding groups - do you tie? Separate to feed? What's worked for you (or not) and why?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Still here...

Okay, I haven't fallen off the planet, really I haven't. It's been a hectic week getting H packed and off to CT for a couple of weeks with her mom, cleaning house in the aftermath and preparing for my sister to arrive for her visit.

Not much new horse-wise to report. After playing phone tag with the farrier, the ponies have a manicure scheduled for Saturday a.m. at 9 o'clock. Which is good, because Sunny's feet are long enough I've been worrying about him overreaching. And a couple of them are clicking pretty badly.

Nose flies have arrived - BECG, you just had to send them this way, didn't you :)

And it's been raining for the last 5 days. Not a bad thing for the hay situation, but not good for riding.

Other than that... quiet is nice.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Today is a do-over

Yesterday did not happen. And you can quote me on that.

Should have known that back to back travel plans were a bad idea. But I really thought I'd manage to get everything I needed to get done accomplished. Not so.

And after a hectic day of not-quite done laundry, an abortive shopping excursion, and lots of other headaches, and a husband annoyed about goings on at work (they're interviewing for a newly open position in his department, and it's going in an interesting direction), I was ready to crawl back in bed and start the day over.

Instead, I waited for T to finish his "dinner with candidate" at 7 pm, because I really wanted to ride, and he'd promised to tape me. Well, the horses were pleased to see me, which was nice, but they were also bouncing around and twitchy. Amazing how you can always tell watching them when there's some sort of front moving in.

Sunny was quiet enough, though. But then there was a nice little debate over whether or not the pasture I wanted to ride in had been sprayed yet - really didn't want to ride on top of new Roundup - and it devolved from there. I was so not in a good riding frame of mind by the time we got done examining weeds and discussing alternatives.

So I unsaddled, Sunny got a cookie for being patient, and he got to go back out with his mates. T went asparagus hunting.

When I got home I still had to pack, and by that point I'd acquired T's headache. It all called for a good night's sleep, which I might have had, but Mabel decided to be affectionate....

At any rate, I'm doing yesterday over today, and so far it's going much better. Laundry is drying, I managed to get some housecleaning done, and I actually have a plan for supper. Now we'll see if the riding goes better. Will leave for MI in the a.m. one way or the other, though!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Weekend Update

Well, it was a non-horse weekend all the way around, so if you want horsey-news, the horses are now in the north pasture. I haven't been out to see them yet, though.

I did go out Friday a.m. to ride, but the sprinkles that were decorating my windshield as I left the house turned into this

by the time I pulled in.

Torrential downpour - not pleasant for riding in. I watched the horses tear around the pasture trying to avoid getting wet for a while, but after 15 unproductive minutes of waiting, the rain slowed down and pretty much settled in. Guess I should have checked the radar picture on the Weather Channel first.

Got back to the house to find Mabel complaining - somehow it was my fault that she refused to come back in when I called her before I left.

After lunch it was time to pack. T did the horse checking (and reported in), because I took a flying trip to Illinois this weekend with a friend to visit her aunt. 20 hours in a car was lots of time to drool over all the pretty farms and fields we saw out the windows. Everything looks so spring-time fresh and softly green. And there were these - a whole farm of them, and the way the road hooked around it looked as if we were going to drive right into one. Pretty neat, really.

So tonight it's laundry, and tomorrow I'm packing for a week with the folks in MI. I'm hoping I can squeeze a ride in before I head out, though. And I arranged to ride/take a lesson with an old friend while I'm there, so I should have some horse news.

That's all for now - must go catch up with what all of you have been up to! :)

Monday, May 4, 2009

Weekend update

Gorgeous weekend. Too nice not to be riding, but did I get any ear-time? No... But I did get the horses all vaccinated. The 4-way finally came in. I got the raincheck call this morning. A little late, as I'd already picked the vaccine up and given the shots - such timing.

Vaccinations were an unqualified success - I didn't expect much fussing really, since all of them are pretty good about shots. Even Thunder, whose reaction to anything that even resembled a needle used to be to skitter madly in the other direction, barely flicked an ear when I poked him.

It probably helped that it was a nice sunny day with no wind, but even so... J and I just walked out and caught them one at a time. Sunny persisted in thinking there was something pleasant going on that he was missing, even after he got his shot. Silly boy!

This week I have to get serious about riding time. Now that I'm officially done with work - I spent Saturday clearing my office - I'm hoping the weather will cooperate and Sunny and I can get some miles in. This morning would have been perfect, except I spent it at the dentist getting a filling. Bleh.... And right at the moment it's pouring.

So I guess I get to do laundry. Such fun!

Monday, April 27, 2009

Happy Birthday, Blog!

I just realized last Sunday was officially 365 days from my first post. Huh...

Well, nothing much exciting happened this weekend.

I have my fingers crossed that the horses will be out on grass this week. Otherwise, I need to line up more hay.

I had riding on this evening's agenda - I even have a plan(!). But when I unstuck this week's planner pages (I'd jumped ahead to May 4th - Ooops!) it turns out I have a meeting tonight.

And it's a potluck.
And I volunteered to bring Waldorf salad.
Which means not only do I need to go shopping,
but I need to see if T will feed for me tonight.

Phooey!
Sorry Sunny - no work tonight.
:(

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Random stuff and a short ride

The turkeys were back in the north tree grove tonight. I saw them as I drove up and walked down to see if I could get a closer picture. This one was on the inside of the fence - he couldn't figure out how to get through, and ended up running all the way back up the fenceline past the horses and across to the south tree grove.

The horses lined up along the fence to see him speed by.
Notice how brave Sunny is?
He's the last one on the left peering out from behind Thunder. Scary turkey!

It was such a beautiful day, I couldn't resist hopping on for a little while. I rode for probably half an hour - no particular goals in mind, just trotted circles and serpentines and generally fooled around. He was a little resistant here and there, and definitely not as round in the corners as I'd have liked, but for the first ride of the spring, I'll take it. Only one little spook, and I stuck it! :)

I have the day off tomorrow, so I'll take a saddle out with me and do something a bit more ambitious.
A post-ride treat - he's looking a little pumpkin-ish, but he was really good about ignoring the new grass while I was riding so I let him eat for 2o minutes or so while I brushed him.

Mabel has decided T's backpack
is her own personal napping spot.

Mine!

Monday, January 5, 2009

Horse withdrawal

I think I'm suffering from it. Oh, I see them daily and they're all very happy to see me - after all, I bring food! But the closest I've come to actual riding is having T boost me up to sit on Thunder the other night after we were done with feeding.

He was completely unflapped by the fact that we haven't done anything much in the past few months. While on the one hand it was great to know that he hasn't decided people - even people in rattle-y, semi-frozen winter layers and bulky snow boots - are terrifying things to have on his back, I really wanted to do more than be led around the lot a few laps.

Un-broke 4-year-old on frozen footing, wearing only a halter & lead, in single digit temps - sounds like a, "Hey, Watch this!" scenario in the making, doesn't it? Sanity prevailed, and I contented myself with the lead-line laps, although I did make "reins" and "steer" with legs & make-shift bridle. (I figure every little bit counts, right?) And if he'd been twitchy, we would have just done multiple mounts & dismounts until he was okay with that.

*wails*
But I really wanna RIDE!

Even if it's only fooling around bareback in a snowy pasture. I was so hoping for warmer temps while I had some time off over the holidays. But the only days where the thermometer evern nudged it's way out of the 20's we were on the road to the airport. Of course, today I'm back at work and it's hovering in the low 30's - sun, no wind.... GRRRR....

I guess I'll have to settle for vicarious adventures. Jennifer over at How did this happen? has a new arena to work & play in, and Dawn at the Eventing Percheron has been posting pics of her and Brego adventuring through the frozen woods - pretty snow scenes!

Someday it will be warm again.
Then I can complain about mud & bugs & heat :)

Thursday, September 18, 2008

News of the week

My news? I'm not sure there is much. Horse time has been scarce as hens' teeth. I've patted noses & checked that all 4 (x 8) legs are still on the ground. Not much else, unfortunately. J stopped by last night, catching me sitting on the floor in the living room with a stack of clean laundry - she thought that was really funny - to ask where I'd been. Our schedules haven't had us crossing at the farm since sometime last week.

She had news. Not great news, but news. The lady who was to have looked at Pennie found two really nice geldings that were already buddies and had good kid-experienced backgrounds. She decided she'd rather go that route rather than introduce a strange mare into her gelding herd. Which I can understand.

T and I will continue to ride Pennie. No sense letting her slip back into pasture complacency when he got along with her so well and I enjoy her, too. And since I know she'll pony, we might just let her drag her son behind her a time or three this fall yet. Thunder and Amyra are both due for more work than they've had, so as long as the weather and the daylight hold....

I have horse plans for the weekend. The weatherman (and we know they neee-verr lie) is promising sun, 80's and more sun. Sounds lovely. Only a few weekends left until pheasant season opens and the roadways get clogged with gun-toting men*, so I plan to make the most of them.
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*For those of you not familiar with pheasant season
in South Dakota, a short overview follows.

Background:When I first contemplated moving here to SD from Michigan ten years ago, my female friends winked & mentioned cowboys. My male friends (and acquaintances, and strange men in stores who overheard my moving plans... you get the picture) salivated at the thought of pheasants and pheasant season. "When are you moving and how soon?" they'd ask. "Do you know anyone there with property yet?"

Present: For some reason, SD is a pheasant mecca. Every year in October, hoards of shotgun-wielding natives and hunting-crazed tourists hit the back roads and the fields in search of chicken-sized, ring-necked, brightly-plumaged birds. [Funny story: a few years ago in October at the annual SD Library Association conference a woman from out East somewhere - VA? - flew in to speak. Our opening speaker, after she was introduced she mentioned that it was the first time she'd ever been west of the Mississippi, and described getting off the plane in Sioux Falls. "It was amazing," she said, "to see all those musicians collecting their instruments in the airport. South Dakota must be a highly cultured state - all those violin players!" ???? Shotgun cases=instruments=lots of culture, you betcha! LOL.]

In SD, road hunting is legal. I didn't know this when I first moved here, but I learned fast, let me tell you.

It's not legal to shoot a bird on the ground in someone's pasture, but it is legal to shoot one in the air over the road and then climb the fence into the pasture to retrieve the dead bird.

It's illegal to shoot within so many feet of inhabited buildings or livestock - but a lot of hunters ignore these rules in the heat of the moment. (How do I know this? Because on more than one occasion I've had drivers slam on their brakes, dive out of their cars, and shoot over my horse's head to drop a horse-flushed pheasant. And I've seen cars stop on the road next to the large, orange, NO HUNTING sign, hunters leaning out across their hoods to take a shot over the horses grazing in the pasture. And I take license plate numbers.)

Not to mention, SD is the first place I have EVER seen the following: blaze-orange, gun-carrying figures lined up all the way around a mowed field, walking towards one another to chase up any birds that might be lurking in the stubble. When a bird does lift, the shooting side fires toward the beaters. Over their heads, yes, but shot that goes up, must come down.... Doesn't look like something I'd want to make a habit of, but hey, whatever works for them, I guess!

It didn't take long before I learned to wear blaze orange if I was going to ride the gravel roads after opening day, and to ride early in the mornings before it's legal to hunt (before noon, and late in the season, before 10 AM). And to get used to being buzzed by the Game Fish & Parks helicopter if I was out riding early in my vivid new vest - they take poaching pretty seriously.

But so far, although I've flushed out a lot of birds out riding, I haven't developed any great desire to shoot them. They're pretty.

Don't get me wrong - my family hunts and so does my husband. (And those pretty pheasants are mighty tasty when cooked properly!) I have absolutely no problems with responsible gun owners and/or hunters who hunt for practical reasons, or who use what they shoot. Nor with those who abide by hunter safety guidelines & exercise some common sense and courtesy. What I don't like are the irresponsible ya-hoos who fire at random movements, hunt in areas posted "No Hunting" and trespass to get their bag limits!