Neighbelline
A horse is a horse, right? Not when they’ve got Neighbelline!
A horse is a horse, right? Not when they’ve got Neighbelline!
I’ve found that if we pay enough attention we’ll see stories, events, ideas almost seek us out depending on what is going on in our lives. The story of an 86-year-old gentleman nearing the end of his life surfaced for me today. His last wish apparently was to give his three ponies one last hug.
We all think our horses are extra-special. Some are just better at proving it.
If we are going to reclaim our creative nature, and get over the blocks that stop us from being the best teachers, trainers, riders, writers, artists, doctors, mothers, lawyers, dog walkers — human beings — that we can be… we need to take it on gently and joyfully, with tools built for the task.
Two basic tools will be sued through this process; Morning Pages & The Artist’s Date.
Sometimes we have to just get on the horse, no explanation. Spend some time with our head turned off.
I’ll be posting the next week’s section each Monday and asking for you to share your thoughts, experiences and any struggles you might be wading through from the previous week in the comments section. Remember you can also share photos when you post comments if you’d like to share anything visual from your week’s journey.
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You can only push a Fjord gelding so far before he decides that pink spray painted zebra ‘costume’ was the last straw.
Sometimes the reality of emulating top trainers isn’t as attractive as we imagined it would be…
This winter we’ve been hit particularly hard in the Midwest with sub-zero temperatures, to which I’ve simply resigned myself to the fact that riding will have to wait.
But, that doesn’t mean I’ve resigned myself to lose any hard-won skills in riding. These can be both physical and mental skills, and there’s nothing more rewarding than coming back to riding after a forced holiday feeling like you haven’t skipped a beat.
Essentially that $500 foal is being produced because the breeder likes producing baby horses. It isn’t to improve the breed, to improve upon the parents. It certainly isn’t because they’re running a business of any kind. They are hobbyists who are flooding a market where the victim is the horse because they face a future of uncertainty.
You asked for your horse to go left – well you thought you asked anyways. You thought you pressed your right leg to his barrel and applied a direct left rein; but can you be sure? You probably thought nothing about how you caught your horse either, while you approached him head on like a predator and yelled at him for running away. You can’t figure out why he won’t lead properly without running his shoulder into you sporadically. He doesn’t stand still for mounting or walks off as soon as your leg is over his back. He leans on the bit or shies away from any contact, spooks and is either dull or too sensitive to the aids.
Guess what? These aren’t training problems, they’re communication problems.
The first Rollkur ban went into effect January 1st, 2014 in Switzerland, and it looks like it may put pressure on other Countries to follow suit. Denmark is now in more serious talks about applying a similar ban.
Finally, a step in the right direction! Switzerland officials enacted a law prohibiting the use of hyperflexion (aka Rollkur) in their country. While this doesn’t solve the big picture of horse abuse created by extreme flexion of the horse’s neck, it is an improvement over the fictitious ban created by the FEI.
Sometimes I worry I’m not doing enough with my horses. Like, “I don’t put enough training on them, which I really ought to do because it raises their market value.” Without training most horses are deemed at risk of the slaughter-house on the open market. Heck, even with training and championship titles any horse can face a bolt through the head.
Which would you prefer; to be happy, or to prove you’re right no matter what? I know what my choice is, yet sometimes I let myself get confused with the thought that being right will make me happy, even if I have to feel absolutely miserable in the process.
Can you love horses and the environment equally? It doesn’t take long to realize that horses can be very destructive to pastures, soil and ground water. Is it possible to keep your horses happy while also minimizing the damage to your property, encouraging the health of your pastures and local wildlife?