Horse Sense....
And just like that the bloody cows are gone!
I kidd you not, after all that bloody hoo ha about shifting paddocks etc, the next minute, Boom! gone. Well, technically, not gone until tomorrow, but they are up at my neighbours yards and they won't be coming back.
I swear, hand on hoof, Spirit do this to me on purpose. They'll go, You haven't passed this test, try again. Then they wait until I do. No matter how many tries it takes. Then they go, Ok, you've passed that. And then what I originally wanted, will happen.
It's both super annoying and kind of cool, depending on what day, or time, you ask me.
And a big thank you to my peeps, who once again, came down en mass, and shifted cows down driveway, round corner, up steep driveway, round another two corners...love you, big time xx
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And I went up to say goodbye to Fenny and Flash today, and cried like a bloody baby.
There was a guy there and he was like, Oh hunny, it's going to be ok, it's always this way.
I never used to be this soft, I think it's the country air.
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Best phrase I have heard this week: It's a Nowegian lobster - referring to expecting lobster and instead getting 3 small prawns.
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And Az has sugared his hooves again.
So he's back to the arena where there is literally no grass. I'm learning how to fix his hooves quicker and for longer though, although he's in the arena as I'm writing this, so you know, I'm not perfect.
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And my new herbs turned up today. Super impressed with the bags, excellent quality, and arrived within the week of me ordering.
But wait....
Then I find out that the herbs have come from another country. So I'm still using a middle man, which I did not realize.
So now I'm on a mission to track down original herb source, in another country.
I know, I know, dog - bone but I just can't let this go. The middleman has to be taking their cut, and they can still sell to me, at my door (including airfrieght and couriers), at just a smidgen over half the price of New Zealand herbs. It's doing my fucking head in. I have to, absolutely have to 100% find the original source.
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So I was looking at Boo today, and it made me think of all the things which I wanted to do before I met him, and what we actually accomplished, and it goes like this:
1) Keep his horse/human door open - Tick.
My most important goal EVER is keeping that door open. You have a more intelligent, well put together horse, one who is easier to teach/learn and works harder for you. They are also success orientated.
2) Touch/play - Tick
How anyone can think Touch/play is not important, is beyond me. Touch is the coolest, most positive and pro-active language in the Universe. Your horse tells you everything he needs, wants and desires, through touch.
Boo can also have his tummy, legs, mane, tail and forehead touched. He loves being massaged, brushed and is fine being sprayed with mane and tail conditioner.
3) Lead him within the first few days - non-Tick and still a non-achieved goal as I'm writing this.
This was something that I adamently wanted to do, but ended up being one of my less important goals. I mean, it would have been nice to tell people he could lead, but ultimately it wasn't important. I focussed 100% on the quality of people I had around him, and found that I was as territorial about Boo as Mumma.
Me and my inexperience, trying to teach Boo to lead was also taking us further away from our goal, not closer to our goal of a happy, healthy well-adjusted colt.
And I know peeps that can get a colt leading happily, successfully and well, within a minute.
3) Floating - non-Tick and still a non-achieved goal as I'm writing this.
You can't float a horse without leading. Again though, I know peeps that can get a colt floating happily, successfully and well, within a minute.
And make it look so easy it would blow your mind.
4) Herbing - Tick.
I know my shite.
5) Food - Tick.
I know how to listen to Energy, and can work food around that.
I'm also totally anti-Soy because of it's hormone disrupting qualities and how it literally changes the DNA in the womb, and in their first living year. I don't like any form of Soy in my horses food, but the first year is so important to keep it Soy free. You don't want a colt/stallion with all it's power being PMS-ey or PMT-ey. And you already have your hands full with a filly being all hormonal, do you really want to exaggerate that problem?
You also know there is a problem with how a lot of these foals coming through are acting. You might not like me saying it, but you know it.
Older horses can sometimes cope better, but you know, no, just no.
And ask yourself this, If Soy is good for my horses, because they look physically amazing, then how come they consistently get sick and lame? How come the horses can't get rid of the cold or flu without antibiotics?
But, I hear you say, all horses have accidents.
Correct. However, they also have a phenomenal ability to heal themselves so why, when they have an accident do they need to be stabled for 2, 4 and 6 weeks at a time? How come your horses aren't strong?
Actually, I liken Soy to a guy taking steriods. With guys that use steriods, eventually their penis becomes smaller, it just depends on how long it takes. That's Soy. That's how it works.
Boo is strong and vibrant and super healthy, as I'm writing this though. Physically, mentally and emotionally, I literally could not have done any better.
I can put him against any professionally raised foal and be proud of who he is, at the very minimum he would hold his own, but if I'm being honest, he would excel.
6) Running in a herd - Tick.
Although to be fair, that was 100% Mumma opening the gate. However, I did want this to happen.
Ok, so maybe I can't actually own that one.
Boo - Picture taken yesterday, 5 months, 3 weeks old.
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Ok, so it's a bit odd here at the moment, Spirit are not letting me go easy with the horses. All the time they are making me make this decision or that decision, which is fine, that's cool with me, but I'm finding my humans hard again, directly because of this.
I'm friendly, and don't care who you are or how much money you have. I'll find something to talk about with you. But I am finding that there are some people who won't be my friend, unless I stop talking about the above things.
And whoooo if I talk about the horses speaking or voluntarily communicating.
Which is kind of weird. Super fucking weird if you know me.
Some people are like, I don't care, I like you while others are, I would prefer not to be your friend, you're too weird.
Well, ok then.
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So that's been our week:
It's been cool with Spirit. I'm a bit miffy that I haven't got Az's hooves right, that's annoying and I should have done better there, however, I chose letting him socialize with the rest of the herd, over too much grass.
I'll do better in the future, because he's a fucking amazing horse.
As are all my horses.
Big hugs and horsey kisses from us here, to you there.
Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Little Boo, Pat, Chuck and Lightning and 4 (not so little) chickadees.
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