Monday, May 05, 2008

A bright cool green spring day, a year of Phoenix, and all that new pasture...

He's been my horse for a year now. I have to admit that for the first few months, he wasn't quite the sweet horse I'd chosen. There was nothing wrong with him, he was never ever mean in any way, he just didn't look all that happy.

He'd had the same owners since he was a little 2 month old foal. No wonder he was a little off!

We had a couple of rough patches. I wasn't surprised by it. Disappointed sure, but I know it could have been worse. I had an entire rough year with Champ when he was 4 and I was 18! This was nothing.

Last fall, I could see a change in Phoenix. He'd totally softened up. He'd perk up his ears when he saw me, and lean into it when I brushed him.

I adore him.

He has such lovely manners. I attribute much of these to his previous owners, kind gentle and knowledgeable people who put excellent care into their horses. I'll give Phoenix some credit too though, because he just does not have a mean bone in his body.

Saturday was spring De-worming day. This means that I grab a horse's top lip, stick a plunger tube into the corner of the horse's mouth, and shoot some sticky medicine in as far as it'll go. Then the horse stands there looking indignant and humiliated, chawing on the gooey stuff for a few minutes. The end result is that those pesky intestinal worms will die off and pass through the horse.

It was raining hard that day. The corral, being clay, was a big sticky muddy mess. My horses were dripping wet and dirty!

The next day was bright and sunny with a cool wind. The corral had dried up just enough for Phoenix to find a rolling spot. He rubbed his cheek in the dirt, rolled from one side to the other three times, and got up covered in dirt. This is the part about spring that I just hate: that corral always seems to be wet. They trample on their hay, then won't eat it. Their legs are crusty and dirty. Add to that all the winter hair that hasn't blown off of them yet and I've got a mess to deal with. I don't ride much this time of year. I'm too busy cleaning up!

Spring also means GREEN GRASS. Despite having close to three acres of pasture, we don't like to let them out there too soon. Hooves can really wreck the pasture, and those greedy teeth can destroy what's just started growing... and has to feed them for the next 6 or 7 months. That's not the biggest potential problem though. A horse who eats nothing but hay all winter will get a severe shock to the system going straight to grass. It can cause loose stools, colic (worst bellyache in the world), or laminitis (painful hoof problem). We put them out this time of year for the afternoon only. After a few weeks they'll be out there all day. At the very least, they'll be crappin green for a few days. But oh boy are they happy!

(and look at the muscles in that little lady's butt!)

All a horse really wants to do in life is eat green grass.

I had to give them a half decent brushing first. I complain about all the dirt and work, but I rave about how much I love grooming even more. Phoenix makes it easy. He took his head out of the hay feeder, and leaned his neck into the brush. He lowered his face so I could flick the dirt off his cheeks. I dug into his coat with my curry comb and he stood there, blinking, enjoying.

I haven't really done any training with either of them since last fall, but sometimes I have to stop and be happy about what we have accomplished, no matter how small. They're both kind and respectful. When I needed to back him up, I just tapped Phoenix on the chest and he took five backwards steps. I said "Whoa" very softly and he stopped. I love that. I really don't have time at this part of my life to deal with unruly rebellious horses. I'm too old to be disrespected.

I think my expectations have changed -improved- in the last few years. I used to think that the improvement in my horses was due to Champ getting older and mellow, and the Little Lady simply being a sweet little thing. I suspect I may have had something to do with it. It comes down to little things like expecting a horse to back up a few steps when you put the hay in the stall, rather than come at you with his teeth out and ears back, grabbing at the hay. It's about not letting a horse crowd you when you lead him. It's about spending a minute to rub her ears or scratch his withers when you could just bolt for the warm house after chores.

My Dad, who cares for them during the week, isn't a real affectionate guy with the horses. I'll catch him giving one a pat now and then, but I don't think he adores them like I do. He likes them and likes having them around. I like how he won't take a lot of attitude from them. He expects them to behave. They do.

I have two lovely horses. I appreciate them and want to give them a good life.

After I'd brushed a bucketful of loose winter hair off them, I walked over to the pasture gate and pulled the chain. They were on their way over, heads low, ears up, hoping, hoping YESSSS! that this was the day they'd be allowed to get out on that beautiful pasture.

How can I describe that awesome moment when they run out to the pasture?

Trot, gallop, crowhop... aaaaand... EAT.

Oh, so good.

mmfff chomp fmmm mmmm mfff snort chomp.

Sooooo good.



Nicole said...

*sigh* again. That is a gorgeous barn....

Horses aren't bad, either.

Heidi the Hick said...

I love that barn.

It leans to the east, the ceilings are too low, and when it's really wet outside, those thick stone walls are kinda damp.

But, it's cool in summer and warm in winter.

They just don't build em like that anymore...

I'm biased but I think the horses are pretty good lookin!

CindyDianne said...

Neato post and it makes me miss JJ even worse. Damn it! Thanks a lot Heidi! ;-)

Biddie said...

I know all about critter love :)
Shawn loves the way that you take no crap from those huge animals. He tells everyone about you...
Great photos. Did The Girl take any?

Heidi the Hick said...

Really? He does? Wow, that's flattering!

I took all the photos this time. I had the camera on the wrong setting for the first few shots. My Girl was in the house all sniffly and watery eyed. But she was a good helper for Grama despite that.

Lynn Sinclair said...

I can only imagine how free your horses must have felt as they raced into the pasture. Kind of like kids getting out of school for the summer. Or like moms on the first day of school in September. Freedom.

lexiloo said...

sounds like your little pills are working! Everything is happy, happy, joy, joy!

billie said...

Isn't the first turn-out of the spring the very best? I loved seeing your horses enjoy their big day. :)

JKB said...

Oh, that makes me homesick. You lucky, lucky girl.

Heidi the Hick said...

Lynn... I'm sure they felt freeeeee! But they barely got to the other end of the field before they had their noses in the grass and chomping for dear life!

Lexiloo, I think they're working, but I have to keep asking my husband. He says I seem happier! Maybe soon I'll be able to tell -- wouldn't that be nice?

Billie, it's a big day. I love it.

Jkb, oh yes, my heart swells with gratefulness when I watch my horses. That is the truth!

Anita said...

Hmm... sounds a lot like Rick when I turn him loose on an all-you-can-eat buffet line... LOL

Seriously, those horses are gorgeous, and so are your pictures! :)

captain corky said...

When he's ready I have a back yard waiting for your horse to come over and feast in. There's enough grass back there till last till the Winter of 2014. ;)

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Heidi the Hick said...

hahaha Corky! There are two of them- they could make short work of your backyard! I keep looking out the window at my yard and thinking I should hook up a trailer, bring them to town, and let them graze for a day... I mean, all that grass and no horse to eat it!

Mind you their poops are bigger than pug poops.

Anita- typical guy, eh?

Thanks for the compliments on the pictures!

Linda said...

Amazing pics... you live such a life. Really. Peace, Linda