Horse Sense....

     

                             

 

Bit of a short one this week, but first off let me say that my heart goes out to Hawkes Bay and surrounding areas, and I am heartbroken for the loss of life, devastation and misplaced persons.

I've just realized that I never put anything up on Social Media about that, and I apologize.

I have friends in Napier, then the rest of New Zealand just went crazy on me, and then there wasn't any room to breathe.  In fact, it's so crazy out there, I'm running at the moment just to keep up. 

And some of the stuff I'm dealing with chills my bones and haunts my Soul. 

There is an other-worldly Energy at the moment that makes me want to slowly back out of the room with my hands up saying, No problem here...

It's crazy and chaotic and hard and eerie, but anyway, it was very remiss of me to not mention Hawkes Bay, so I apologize.

Just quickly:

1) Az is moving forward, (and loves his Mumma), but it is too early to see 100% improvement.

2) Boo-ba-licious finally got tired of being bitch-slapped around the paddocks by (firstly) Mumma, and then Belle, and is now the nicest, most well behaved colt-not-colt you could ask for.

3) Hoping to get to Karaka, even if it is only briefly, but to be fair, there's not a lot of point because:

a) I'm not breeding this year and

b) You guys are breeding like drunk possums. 

You literally have a higher chance of winning First Division Lotto than you do buying a baby (or even ready to race) race horse and getting it to win a Group 1 race, without spending an insane amount of money.

The stallions get a rough go because they have to be able to leave good foals, no matter who they are bred to.

But because the Breeders/studs are doing nothing re the Mare, they couldn't tell you one thing about the Mare apart from bloodline, you are literally just paying money and praying.  

The less you pay, the more you have to pray, but even the expensive ones, because the Breeders/studs are not doing the jigsaw, it's still a prayer jobby.

Technically, you have to breed from a Mare who has won a minimum of 10 races, and preferably a Group 1, to a stallion who has done similiar.

But no physiological or psychology is done.

Definitely not on the Mare, absolutely not on the stallion, and therefore nothing to jigsaw the two.

It's bloody insane.

And that's not how I work.  And to be fair, I'm a little embarrassed for you that you think that is breeding.

But I'm sounding really judgey, and I don't mean to be, because neither of my horses have raced on a track yet, so I haven't got a proven win.

But I'm feeling pretty secure about things.

However, if by some randomly perverse chance, I've got our jigsaw wrong here, I'll just go back and do it again.

And again...and again.

Until I get it physically right.

Because the bones of what I'm doing is right.

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Big changes happening around food again:

- Granola off the menu, can't even look at it.

- Avocado, blue cheese, lemon juice, salt and freshly grated garlic - ON, baby. 

Add Two minute type noodley things if you want to go Five Star. 

I can often eat this twice a day.

- Pink grapefruit - ON.

I peel it and eat it like an orange.

- 92% Dark chocolate - ON. 

I'm a bit disappointed about that, as it doesn't even taste like chocolate, so fuck knows.

- Normal everyday sweet chocolate - OFF.

- Watermelon - ON.

- Home made bread - OFF.

- Salmon - ON.

- Avocado - ON.

- Sushi (avocado, salmon, chicken) - ON.

- Macadamia nuts - OFF the planet off.

- Cashews - ON.

- Almonds - Neutral.

- Walnuts - ON.

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Got to Karaka for 1 day...for 46 minutes.

28 minutes in and I got my first text, How long are you going to be?

But it's super funny, as I walk into Karaka, the Sound of the World turns down, and the Voices of the Horses turn up.

It's a completely different frequency.

Today I could see what was working with the horses there, and why, and a lot of Why nots.

Ran into one of the very first people I had met in the industry, and had a super empowered conversation - and I have my next connection booked so we can have a sit down.

After we have watched Boo-ba-licious and Belle race.

We have to wait so we can see what has worked, and what we can do better.

It's also a time where we can exchange ideas to both become cleaner, clearer, smarter, more put together.

That conversation alone was worth going to Karaka for.

Ran into a couple of peeps I knew, missed about about another 25, but you know, when I'm with the horses you need to physically touch me or be right in my face.

Or call my name.  Mulitiple times.

A few people were, Hi, how's it going? as I passed and I swear, hand on hoof, I have never ever met these people before. 

But it happened way more than once.

To be fair though, I was in Horse frequency and I can't see or process humans when I'm there.  

I still can't jump from one frequency to the next immedately.

Super glad I went though, it's proved that we've done ok here at home.

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Az - feeling a whole heap better but before I get into the whole hoof thing, I need to share this because it's important.

So Az and I had a little tutu this morning, which is rare, we get on really well.

However, when they were first out, Chew (obviously) went into the shed, tipped the chickie feed over and had a munch, then left (this is important) and Az continued eating.

I was in the shower while this was happening, when I hopped out, I looked out the window and spied Az having a munch.

I yelled at him to get out.

He pretended he didn't hear me.

I yelled louder.

He really pretended he didn't hear me.

So I went out, dressed in a towel and jandals, got a lead and went to put him back in his paddock.

He decided he did not wish to go.

So we have a mexican stand off.

And now he really has to go back in the paddock.

Broad daylight, me in a towel, and Az doing his stubborn mule act.

Eventually, he goes back in the paddock and I go have another shower because now I'm covered in mud.

Get dressed, put on make-up, and go back out.

Az is now sitting in the paddock, sulking.

He now doesn't want to get up.

Once he's up though, we start having a brush and a groom and a chitchat and I explain why he couldn't have the very sweet chickie feed (hooves) and how well he was doing.

And the next minute he's chatting back and apologizing.

Within a few minutes we're back on track, I finish our chat/groom then let him back out of the paddock.

I have never known a horse to talk more than a Welsh, they never lose the ability.  No matter how they're treated, their horse/human door never shuts.

However, they will, if they get treated bad enough, go, Fuck this, and just up and die.

I freaking love Az.  He was the first horse after Cappy that I went, That horse can hear me...

And I heard him go, She can hear me!

And we fell in love in the way that only two misplaced Souls can.

And for both of us, we came home.

Now back to his hooves....which are looking soooooooooooo much better.

So if you are like us and have a laminitis issue, and your farrier is charging you $65 every two to three weeks and you, like us, were/are not seeing results....fire his ass, call your Vet and immediately, and I mean, immediately, get your horse off Soy.

That shite is killing our horses.

We were only able to keep on top (just) of our laminitis here because I refused to feed it.

And we've only got results now because I hunted round for an experienced farrier, talked to our Vet and between us we re-cut, x-rayed, added a new herb (thanks to our Vet - I would never have used that particular one, for this particular thing), two vegetables and tweaked the doseages in our feeds.

In fact, I pretty much did the complete opposite of everything I was told you had to do by the feed companies, if your horse has laminitis.

Well, when I'm told that you can't cure it, just limit it, I pretty much realized I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, because limiting is not fixing, baby.

And I could do better than that.

Love you,

Kissy hugs

Caps, me (T - she/her), Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Rose, Pepper, Shelley, Marmite, Geraldine, Milli, Bessie, Raz, Sugar, Butter, Cookie and Cinammon, and the cows, Mickey, Mikey and Moose.

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